Leader, synonymous to Imran Khan

Leader, a definition fit for one, Imran Khan. I have hardly seen anyone so sincere and committed to ones countrymen and country. One who fights with his will and words to save his nation and people. Despite his circumstances Imran Khan has truly shown his spirit of being a leader. After his horrific fall at a rally in Lahore, he lies injured in the ICU and yet address the masses. He asks them to come up and cast their vote to direct their destiny. He quotes the verse from the Quran “… Indeed, Allah will not change the condition of a people until they change what is in themselves…” [13:11] to encourage them to come out take part in a New Pakistan. Have a say to change the future and the lives for their children to vote for PTI. For those who claim that he had to address the people or would have been overrun by disappointed supporters, no one lies injured, tired and out of shape in a hospital bed and address a nation. No one.

His views and words to empower the people and the nation sweep ones patriotism to raise him to a status of ones leader. His strength to answer back to seemingly pressure questions by the foreign media pulls up ones courage. His drive to move on forward and address the people with every ounce of energy is stupefying. He is indeed a leader, one who won us the World Cup, one who fought against odds to stand up SKH and give free treatment to the poor, one who has campaigned at successive rallies, one who has vowed to flip the coin and bring pride to our name.

Everyone has had their chance, it is now time for change. Time for the nation and not those who rule it. Imran Khan has given power to the people. That’s who a leader is, one among the people, a fighter on all fields, defending his nation. he has brought us victory in the past so what makes you think he won’t now? Vote for Imran Khan, vote for PTI. Imran Khan is a True Leader.

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Mard ban Mard

Mard ban MARD!

You have probably heard men saying that to lift, encourage or push each other forward. I recently read this phrase and a couple things crossed my mind.

Often when I hear men say that the underlying message I hear is use your strength, be the person you were made to be. And that is usually correlated with strength and power. Yes men have more strength than women but that is not how their relation and attitude with women is meant to be.

Men were created to protect, to take care of women, they were created to provide shelter and necessities to women, they are meant to be their support, they are meant to be gentle and patient.; all contrary of what that phrase often implies.

If one would truly interpret that phrase, it would consequentially serve actions contrary to those that usually follow.

Crumbles on my Bed

I am Jeremy Spencer, a midnight owl; my sleeping routine has taken a graveyard shift. I spend 12 hours awake and the other 12 sleeping, 2 to 2.  Life has become meaningless, nothing left to do. I wander from room to room, hearing someone yell after me to do my chores, clean up my room, or do something…anything. I walk around ignoring the harsh way they state such simple asking, because I know I’ll do it if they don’t so rudely state it. My mind is mostly occupied with thoughts and insights playbacks and reviews. I tend to think a lot about what I know and what I don’t, what I am aware of and what I am ignorant of and so my persona. I am a silent mouse creeping around thinking about all I am able to think of. My favorite places to hide away in are dark corners, cupboards and beneath the bed. There I feel safe, away from all chaos and tension, oddly I feel protected. I could live there in solitary and for years to come if I hadn’t had the obligation of living my life in the world and answering to my parents calling me. No, I am not emo, just a loner. I enjoy things on my own. Probably because I believe that no one can entirely rejoice with you or stand up with and for you for eternity. Ah, well that’s how life is and it goes on. Well its past midnight, 2 to be exact. My bedtime is ringing me to come and sleep, the pack of crackers I ate is empty and my engrossed writing has resulted in a mess around me. My eyes are groggy and I am about to pass out cold in sleep but not before I brush the crumbles on my bed.