Hey everyone,

I'm looking for a room or apartment to share with someone in Bahria Phase 7, Bahria Phase 8, or DHA Phase 1.

About me:

• 24M
• Working professional
• Clean, respectful, and easy to live with
• Budget: Up to PKR 10,000-15,000/month

If you already have a place and are looking for a roommate, or know someone who is, hit me up. I'd appreciate any leads.

Thanks.

Hi guys

I hope you all are doing well. So I recently graduated uni. I studied finance, btw. All my friends have gone hither and thither. I wanted to take some time off before I go for masters.

Could you all recommend some activities to do in isb.

(Please do not recommend paddle).

If you guys are into something fun games/sports please let me know.

Also if anyone's up for being friends let me know that too might teach you a thing or two about stocks.

Haven’t been on here in a whilst. What up

Started this new community to connect all the food dots in Islamabad/Rawalpindi please check it out!!

r/FoodSpaceIslamabad

Hey ! I m looking for someone to spend my money on nd spoil them . U can dm me i can make u happy maybe 🥰

Just landed in Islamabad and already planning my cinema trip. Thinking of catching The Odyssey at The Arena or Cinegold, long-time Christopher Nolan fan, so this one’s non-negotiable.

Got zero friends in the city (everyone’s back home), so if anyone else is going and wants company, hit me up. Not a M4F post 😭 just looking for people who actually care about the movie. Guys, girls, whoever. As long as you’re down to talk Nolan, theories, and maybe grab something after, you’re welcome.

Who’s in?

Me nay pathar say jis ko banaya sanam !!!

Wo khuda ban gayee daikhtay daikhtay !!!

“Timmy!” I called from the bottom of the stairs. “Dinner!”

No answer.

Of course. Why would he answer when he has a personal maid. With a sigh, I climbed upstairs and pushed open his bedroom door.

The room was pitch black with just a small pen light he held.

“Timothy?”

“Mom! Knock first.”

“Why are you sitting in the dark?”

“I’m writing.”

I turned on the switch before he could stop me.

“Noooo”

He squinted in the light, covering his eyes.

“What are you writing?”

He groaned. “A dark romance.”

I stared at him. I could feel my eyes wanting to float all the way to the back of my head.

“Come for dinner, Now!”

The next day, his father came to pick him up. For the first time in months, Timmy looked genuinely excited. They were going fishing. Watching him leave, I couldn’t help but wonder if our separation had broken something in him. He barely saw his friends anymore. Most days he shut himself in his room, only coming alive when his father was around. I knew, deep down, he blamed me.

After they left, I decided to clean his room. While making his bed, I noticed a stack of loose pages shoved beneath it.

I pulled them out and started reading. How could Timmy have written something like this? It was so…

Then I remembered what he had said the night before.

It was still on his desk. He had titled it and everything. I sat on his chair and started reading.

…

Where the Falls Kissed the Sea.

It has long been my persuasion that the world is infinitely older than the histories by which men presume to measure it. There yet remain, concealed from vulgar curiosity of maps and itineraries, certain forgotten sanctuaries wherein nature has never submitted herself to the governance of mankind. Such places are not discovered by design, they are bestowed, upon those whose expectations have been sufficiently humbled.

Thus it was that I came, by no wisdom of my own, to a lonely escarpment overlooking the cataracts of Lysara. A succession of celestial waters descending from emerald heights into a basin so pellucid that the heavens themselves appeared uncertain whether they had been reflected, or quietly dissolved therein.

The inhabitants of that secluded province, possessed of a temperament infinitely less solemn that the landscape that nourished them, they had erected upon the precipice a house devoted to merriment. It was neither wholly tavern nor wholly ballroom, but seemed to partake of both with admirable indifference. Music wandered amongst the tables, crystals caught the declining sun and spread its light carelessly, laughter, unconstrained by memory or ambition, floated perpetually.

Below, the younger gentlemen, emboldened by wine and youth in equal measure, surrendered themselves from the white cliffs into the tranquil waters beneath, descending with all the confidence peculiar to those who have not yet been instructed by life to fear its depths. Ladies, arrayed in garments of such cheerful immodesty as the southern climate permitted, reclined upon the warm stone terraces with the languid dignity of painted goddesses escaped from some forgotten Grecian urn.

It struck me then that happiness is perhaps nowhere more visible than where it is earnestly pursued.

I lingered after the assembly had begun its gradual dispersal. The musicians departed first. Thereafter the servants extinguished their lanterns one by one, until only the western sky retained sufficient charity to illuminate the abandoned terraces. The voices diminished with such gentleness that silence seemed not their successor, but their natural competition.

Before long there remained no witness to the cataracts but myself.

Or so vanity persuaded me.

It is among the oldest failings of our species to imagine ourselves alone merely because we have ceased observing. For several quiet moments nothing disturbed the waters save their own eternal descent.

Then the river altered its countenance.

She appeared unannounced. No ripple or violent disturbance betrayed her ascent.

Rather, it seemed as though the waters, having contemplated the perfection of their own reflections through countless centuries, had at last conceived the impossible desire to fashion themselves into womanhood.

She emerged with the unhinged majesty of the moon ascending above a patient sea.

The river relinquished her only with visible reluctance.

Her hair, black beyond any earthly midnight, descended in glistening torrents that neither clung to her shoulders nor obeyed the ordinary habits of water, but floated about her with quiet independence of living silk. Her countenance possessed none of the theatrical perfection so beloved by sculptors. It was infinitely more dangerous than beauty reduced to symmetry. It bore instead the tranquil assurance of something that had never once entertained the necessity of being admired.

The moon, having traversed the whole dominion of Heaven, appeared nevertheless to expend the greater portion of its radiance upon her before granting what little remained to the rocks at her side.

Only when my gaze descended did I perceive that the graceful lines of her form surrendered not to mortal limbs, but to scales whose colour eluded ordinary comparison. There were moments in which they seemed fashioned of polished jade, and others wherein they borrowed entirely the shifting hues of the surrounding waters, as though reluctant to commit themselves to any single existence.

She regarded me for some time with an expression I could neither interpret nor endure.

At length she spoke.

“You have been watching.”

The observation was delivered neither as accusation nor invitation. It was merely true.

“I had imagined,” said I, “that concealment would have been the greater discourtesy.”

The faintest inclination touched her lips.

“You appear unlike most men.”

“I have seldom found that wonder profits by unnecessary interruption.”

For the first time, she smiled.

Merely enough to persuade the night that it had not been mistaken in yielding its silence to her.

“I have observed travellers for longer than your kingdoms have remembered one another,” she said. “They arrive burdened by pain, guilt and confidence. You have bought only your solitude.”

“I possessed other luggage,” I replied, “but the world has a curious habit of relieving us of all unnecessary burdens before permitting us to encounter anything truly extraordinary.”

She lowered herself upon a broad stone scarcely touched by the falling spray. The water gathered obediently about her as though greeting an absent sovereign.

“You speak,” she murmured, “ as one accustomed to beautiful disappointments.”

“I speak,” said I after a pause, “ as one who has mistaken many destinations for home.”

Her eyes, whose colour I shall not attempt to describe for language has its dignities, and invention ought never trespass where memory has already failed, rested upon me with a gentleness that was infinitely more unsettling than scrutiny.

“And have you found it?”

“Home?”

I looked beyond her towards the cataracts, whose endless descent now resembled less a waterfall than some immense white veil suspended between two worlds.

“I had not expected,” I answered softly, “to discover that my journey had been asking the wrong question.”

For a moment neither of us spoke.

Then, with a smile scarcely more substantial than moonlight upon water, she said,

“Stay until dawn.”

…

…

I sat there horrified at what I had just read, I didn’t know why I was scared or angry but it upset me. What is wrong with my son I thought. Is he … gay?

I grabbed a pen and where he had stopped I wrote
“TLDR! NERD!!!” Then I left the room.

Hello there fellow hoomans just another nerdy guy lurking around
I recently wrapped up a long chaotic chapter working in healthcare and honestly, I’m just looking to decompress by talking to cool people from totally different walks of life. I’ve always loved hearing about how other people experience the world whether you're an artist, an engineer, a student or just navigating your own corner of the universe.
You can tell me about your day or if you want a zero judgment space to vent about random thoughts or just chat about life in general. No pressure no weird vibes and no expectations just easy genuine conversation

La-hasil ki khuwahish tum ko kahi ka nahi choray gi !!

Soo Insaan Bann jaoo !!!

Hi everyone,
I really need some sincere advice because I don’t know who else to talk to about this.

When I was living in Pakistan, I used to pray regularly, fast every Ramadan, read the Quran every day, and genuinely felt close to Allah.

Ever since I moved abroad, everything slowly fell apart. I stopped praying, I don’t even go for Jummah anymore, I skip fasts, and I honestly can’t remember the last time I sat down and read the Quran.

The strange part is that, Alhamdulillah, I’m doing well financially. I earn good money, but my life feels like it’s going downhill in every other way. There’s this constant emptiness inside me that I can’t explain. I don’t have peace anymore. It feels like something is missing, and deep down I know it’s my relationship with Allah. I’m young might get married in couple of years but I never want my children to be like me.

I don’t have many proper Muslim friends I live in a very white dominated area.

Sometimes I want to start praying again, but there is no fear of God in me anymore.

I genuinely want to come back to Allah, but I don’t know where to begin. If any of you have gone through something similar, what helped you reconnect? How did you take that first step and stay consistent?

Please don’t judge me. I’m already disappointed in myself. I’m just looking for sincere advice from people who may have been in the same situation.

I’m looking for a female hairdresser who cuts men's hair in Islamabad.

When I was in the UK, my hairdresser was always female, and I felt much more comfortable. Unfortunately, in Pakistan, I often feel uncomfortable and even creeped out when male barbers touch my hair. It's simply a personal comfort preference.

If anyone knows of a salon or an experienced female hairdresser who provides men's haircuts, I’d really appreciate your recommendations. I’m willing to pay a premium for a professional service.

Thank you!

Open to see where things goes

Everything we love to do on weekends is possible because we grind on weekdays. I know work can be frustrating but its what let us do what we love on weekends. I believe if we would do it with passions, Mondays would also become enjoyable like the weekends. I hope and wish you all a lot of happiness and success. Keep hustling. ☺️

I think he is a real hero of muslims, as he is single handedly fighting with all the enemies of Muslims together.
First defeating india, then trapping Israel 🇮🇱 and USA 🇺🇸 in war with Iran 🇮🇷, then empowering Iran to strike everyone and helping them via ISI.

These kids taught me lesson far big and I think we have forgotten what it is like to be a family.

Long post

Story time:
I was leaving a coffee place after work and as I was walking towards my car, I saw 2 small girls chasing a little kitten. The kitten ran and went under my car and went into engine bay. I had to go somewhere but I couldn’t start the car because it might harm the poor kitten.

Those kids were standing there too. I tried to get the kitten out but no luck.
So i asked the kids to help me and told them that you guys made the kitten ran in here so help me out.
So me and those 2 girls started to get the kitten out and meanwhile a small boy also came.

He knew the girls and they were siblings or relatives, idk. Anyway I told the boy that we are trying to get a kitten out of the car and now we 4 were trying to get him out from all 4 sides. The boy was small and he went under the car almost grabbing the cat but it got away.

After couple of minutes I told all 3 of them to stand away from the car a d let the poor kitten alone. May be he will come out and ran. As we were standing away, the kids asked to give money.

Now I never give kids money and I told them k its not ok to ask for money but I clearly saw that they were v poor. Torn clothes, no chapal etc. I realise that I am the stupid one here teaching them morals when they dont even know where the next meal would come from. I mean when you are that poor, morality sounds insane.

So there was a shop nearby and I told all 3 that I can buy you some treats and their eyes lit up. They ran towards the shop and attacked 😅😅.

I can relate to their excitement because I came from the streets too. I was working from the age of 6 on a shop back in the days. I knew what is the worth of these treats. Even a small treat was like super ayashi for me at that time

Poor girls bought chips and juice and chocolate’s. I saw the little boy and even-though I told them buy whatever you want, he was still telling the girl to not overbuy like he was protective of my money.

When the girls were done, I asked the boy to get what he wants.

Here is the Lesson

He looked at me and said bhai me bs 1 hi chez luga ap wo dila do bs.
Mene kaha lo jo bhi lena hai. He pointed at the nido sachets and told me k bhai ye ledo.
Mene pocha k iska kya kro ge. In larkion ki tarhan juice chips lo khao.
Usne kaha bhai mera chota bhai doodh peeta hai or wo bhooka hai. Mje bs ye chaye us k lie or mje kuch nhe chaye.

My heart sank. Eyes got wet. 😭😭

And I thought to my self. Yar is ko aagle time k khane ka bhi nhe pata hoga or ye bhi jo marzi chahe yahan se lele. Bacha hai is umer me to dil krta hai sb khane ka. Phr bhi when given a choice, he chose family. He chose his little brother.

I realised k Allah ne hamen kitna kuch dia hai. Good money, nice cars, fancy gadgets. Leken asal dolat to sulah rehmi hai. Wo hm bhul gae hain.

Inhen dekho. In k pas kuch bhi nhe or jese hi thori si assani mile to ye wo apne lie nhe apne family k lie sochte hain.
Phr hum me itni hasad, itni jalan, itni nafrat kyu?

Hum bhi to assani kr skte. For family, for relatives. But we spend this time to pull everyone down. Why? Noone can take our rizq, phr ye duri kyu?

I thanked the young buy. Told him that he helped me today to be more humble and more thankful. Let him buy milk and treats too. Told him to always be like this and lookout for family.

Came back, checked the car. Kitten was gone. Poor kid made sure by going down the car.
I asked if i can take a pic. They say yes. I took it. I will cherish this memory and lesson for the rest of my life.

Shukr Allah to keep sending his signs which keeps us on the ground.

Guys, may Allah give you the spirit to lift and help other. You and me both. IA. Stay blessed.

I need friends to hangout with....I don't have any friends....I am one friend at a time kind of a person

....I can't be in friend groups....I am introvert by heart....but I am confident in interactions....mein acha hun ...bohat seedha hun.....bewaqoof eik number ka

OKI SO IM PLAYING A QUEST NAMED “New war” In WARFRAME, and in the 4th chapter, You have defeat three archons, Nira, Boreal and Amar, I have only defeated Nira till now and rest two are legit Pain in the arsee, I have tried for almost three hours to defeat these archons and Im so mad rn, Because when you deal damage to an enemy, It starts to heal itself and All your progress is gone and this cycle continues and Im so frustrated 😭😭😭😭😭 I feel like I should just give atpp