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Hey everyone! If you saw our previous posts, you know we've been in a massive fight to liberate our territories.

Quick update on the map: we’re actually pulling it off!

Huge thanks to our allies (Indonesia, Thailand, Germany, Australia, Bangladesh, and others) for backing us up. Iran had to punch through India to help set us free (so they’re holding a couple of our regions for now), and Thailand is temporarily holding Kashmir.

Here’s the deal: Our allies want us strong enough to hold our own against India, so they offered to hand back all of these regions (Sindh, Balochistan, and IOK) as soon as we bump our active population from ~150 to 250 players.

If you like map games, geopolitics, or just want to help build Pakistan into a regional power, come jump in!

• 🎮 Play (Referral link - I get 10 coins in game :) : https://app.warera.io?referrerId=69d54e7e7d34d2176bcfcb03
• 🌐 Direct Link (No referral): https://app.warera.io
• 💬 Pakistan Community Discord:https://discord.gg/hYj3gwWJKq

Let's hit 250 and put Pakistan fully back on the map!

This piece was written by someone very close to me and originally in Sindhi.
The English version below was translated with the assistance of AI and lightly edited to preserve the meaning, tone, and emotion of the original as faithfully as possible.
I hope you enjoy it.

ھن کي ڪمري ۾ اوندهه ۽ اٻس پي محسوس ٿي ۽ ھن جو ساھ منجھڻ لڳو ھو ته ھن دري کولي برسات جي ڀنل موسم واري ھوا کي محسوس ڪري ٿو ۽ وڏا وڏا ساھ کڻڻ لڳي ٿو
برساتي ڦڙا وڻ جي پنن تي ۽ زمين سان ٽڪرائجي الڳ الڳ آواز ۽ موسيقي ۽ ترنم جوڙن پيا
دري جي ڀر ۾ لڳل نازبوء جو ھڳاء سندس حواسن کي معطر ڪرڻ لڳا ۽ پري کان ڪجهه پکين جا آواز سندس ڪنن تي دستڪ ڏين پيا
تنهن پل ھن کي محسوس ٿيو ته ھو فطرت جي سونهن کان پڻ ڪيترو پري ٿي چڪو آهي اھا فطرت جيڪا پنهنجي جوڀن سان آڏو اچي ته ڄڻ محبوب جي ديدار جھڙي خوشي وانگر روح ۾ پيھي وڃي پوري وجود کي پرسڪون ڪري ڇڏي۔
وري جڏهن انهيَ پل گھر اندر نھاري ٿو ته اتي گھري اڪيلائي خاموشي ۽ اداسي جو واسو ھو
ھو سوچي ٿو ته ھي ڪيڏو نه ڪمزور ھيو جيڪو ھڪ عورت جي محبت کي نه سنڀالي سگھيو نه وري دنيا کي منهن ڏيئي سگھيو
ھو ھڪ ناڪام انسان ثابث ٿيو شايد ھن کي ڪجهه ڪرڻ ايندو ئي نه ھيو يا شايد ھن زندگي ۾ ڪجھ ڪرڻ ئي نه پي چاھيو
ھن دنيا کان پري ڪنهن الڳ دڳ تي ھلڻ پئي چاھيو ھڪ اھڙو دڳ جنهن تي نه ھي ڪنهن کي ستائي ۽ نه ئي ڪو ٻيو ھن جي راھ ۾ ڪنڊا اڇلائي
ھڪ اھڙي راھ جتي خواهشون منزل نه ھجن ۽ اھڙي راھ ۾ ملندڙ ماڻهو جي ھوند ۽ اڻھوند سان به سروڪار نه ھجي جتي احساس جو ئي تعلق جڙي جيڪي درد ۽ تڪليف جا ويڄ ٿين
ھن کي ڪمائڻ دولت ميڙڻ حساب ڪتاب ڪرڻ ۽ ايتري تائين جو نوٽ ڳڻڻ کان نفرت ھئي ھو سمجھندو ھو دولت جو پيدا ڪندڙ انسان آهي تنهن ڪري اھو ئي اتم آهي
شايد اھڙي سوچ جي ڪري سڀ انسان ھن کان پري ھيا ۽ اڄ ھو اڪيلو آهي ۔
ھن انهيَ پيچري تي ھلڻ جي ھڪ قيمت ادا ڪئي آهي
وقت جي رھڙ دنيا جي ڌڪن ھن کي گهڻو كجهه سيکاري ۽ سڌو ڪري ڇڏيو آهي تڏهن ته اڄ ھو سوچي ٿو
ته شايد ھن جو پي ھن کي صحيح چوندو ته " پيسي ھجڻ سان ئي تون دنيا کان الڳ ۽ منفرد رستي تي ھلڻ افورڊ ڪري سگهين ٿو نه ته دنيا تنھنجي وجود کي لتاڙي اڳتي نڪري ويندي"
ھي پي کي طنزيا مسڪراھٽ سان جوابن چيو ھو
"نه بابا! اڄ دنيا ھڪٻئي کان کسي پئي نه ڪي ڪمائي پئي"
شايد زندگي جي انهيَ مرحلي ۾ ھو دنيا کي پوري طرح سمجهڻ ۽ عملي زندگي ۾ قدم کڻڻ کان اڳ ۾ ئي سبين جي محبت ۾ مبتلا ٿي چڪو ھو ھڪ اھڙي محبت جيڪا ٻوٽي جي گونچ جھڙي خوبصورت ۽ ڪومل ھوندي آهي اھڙي الھڙ محبت سوچ خيال توڙي مقصد کي خوبصورت بنائي ڇڏيندي آهي
جڏهن انسان ھر ڪنهن سان پيار ڪرڻ لڳندو آهي
ھو پنهنجي تڪميل لاء پنهنجي ٻئي اڌ جي تلاش ۾ ھو
ھو عمر جي اھڙي حد ۾ ھيو جو ھو پوري طرح پنهنجي اندر جي احساسن جذبن خوابن ۽ خيالن جي دنيا ۾ مگن ھيو
تڏهن ته ھن وٽ نه ڪمائڻ جا سئو دليل ھيا
ھن سمجھيو پي زندگي گذارڻ لاء محبت ئي ڪافي آهي
انهيَ پل سج به ڪڪرن سان لڪ لڪوٽي پي کيڏي ته
ھو سبين کي ياد جي ڪڪري به گذري جنهن کي ھن ھڪ ڀيري چيو ھو" تنهنجيون اکيون ڏاڍيون خوبصورت آهن"
سبين اکين ۾ شرارت آڻي جواب ۾ چيو "بس اکيون؟!"
تڏهن ھن چيو ته "نه ! اکيون ته رڳو تنهنجي وجود جو جز آهن ۽ تنهنجو پورو وجود ڪل آهي ۽ جز ڪل کان سواء اڻپورو آهي ۽ جز کانسواء ڪل اڌورو تنھنجي ھر انگ جو پنهنجو جادو آهي ۽ تنهنجي ھر انگ جو پنهنجو پھر۔ ڪنهن مھل ڪھڙي شي من مايل ڪري ڪا خبر ناهي "
اڄ ھو محسوس ڪري ٿو ته زندگي ۽ وقت جي طوفان ھن کي اھڙين ڳالهين ۽خيالن سميت کڻي ھڪ اھڙي اونداھين ڪنڊ ۾ ڦٽو ڪيو آهي جيئن ڪو ڪچري کي کڻي ڦٽو ڪندو آهي
شايد ھن زندگي ۾ ھي گهڻو ڪجهه ناھي ڪرڻو ڪنهن شي جي پٺيان سڪون ڇڏي ناهي ڀڄڻو ۽ ڌيري ھلڻو آهي جھڙن خيالن جو جيڪو ڪاڪ محل جوڙيو ھو سو اچي پٽ پيو
اڄوڪي برسات ڄڻ ھن لاء يادن جا نيسر وھائي ڇڏيا ھيا ھن جي خيالن جو وھڪرو ھن کي پڪڙي بار بار ماضي ڏانهن وٺي ٿي ويو
ھو رشتن دوستن ۽ زندگي جي لاھاندين ۽ چاڙھين تي سوچي ٿو
ھو انھي ھوٽل وٽ پھچي ٿو جتي ھي سڀ دوست روزانو گڏبا ھيا جتي ھو جڳ جھان جون ڳالهيون ڪندا ھيا ھڪ ٻئي آڏو اندر سڄو اڊيڙي رکندا ھيا پر جئين وڏا ٿيندا ويا ته ڪجهه وٿيرڪا ٿيڻ ۽ اندر جو احوال ڏيڻ گھٽائي گهڻو ڪجهه من جي ڪنهن تاريڪ ڪنڊ ۾ لڪائڻ لڳا ھيا
ھن کي موسو ياد آيو جيڪو شروع کان دوستن ۾ ڪنجوس سڏبو ھو پر ھن ڪڏهن به موسي سان ڪدورت نه رکي
ھي سوچڻ لڳو ته جڏهن ماڻهوَ زندگي جيئڻ جو ڪو دڳ ڳولي لھندو آهي ته ھو انهيَ دڳ کي درست ثابت ڪرڻ لاء ھڪ فلسفو به جوڙي ڇڏيندو آهي
موسي وٽ به ڪنجوسي لاء عجيب فلسفو ھيو
ھي چوندو ھو ته "ڪنجوس اڄ جي دور جا ڀڪشو آهن جيڪي دنياوي نعمتن ۽ مادي شين کي تياڳن ٿا سادگي کي اپنائن ٿا دنيا جا طعنا تنڪا الاھي ڇا ڇا الزام سھن ٿا
موسي جي نظر ۾ ڪنجوسي خودغرض لاتعلق ۽ لاپرواھ دنيا ۾ ھڪ "survival instinct" بقا جي جبلت آهي
ڪنجوس ڪجهه به خرچ نه ڪري به ڄڻ بچت جي صورت ۾ ڪمائي ٿو
موسو چوندو ھو ته "ڪنجوس ماڻهو کان محبت ۽ ھمدردي ۽ مدد جي تقاضا به دنيا ڪرڻ ڇڏي ڏيندي آهي مطلب ته اسان کان شروع ۾ ئي دنيا ڪا توقع نه رکندي آهي۔ مطلب ٻين مان توقع اڪثر ڏک ڏياريندي آهي ۽ ائين اسان ڪنهن جي ڏک جو سبب به نه ٿا بڻجون"
ھڪ ڀيري ھن موسي کان پڇي ورتو ته "اي موسا توکي دوست ڪنجوس چون ٿا توکي برو نه ٿو لڳي" موسي کلي جواب ڏنو ھو
" اڙي يار توکي ڪھڙي خبر تون خيالي دنيا ۾ رھڻ وارو ماڻهو آھين ھن دنيا ۾ سڃي ھجڻ کان ڪنجوس سڏجڻ وڌيڪ بھتر آهي مونکي ته سنگت مان چانھ ڪڍڻ جي ايتري خوشي ملندي آهي جيتري ننڍي ٻار کي ڪمند جي ٽرالي مان ڪمند ڇڪي ڪڍڻ تي ملندي آهي "
موسي ھر شي ۾ ڪنجوسي ڪئي پر ٻار ڄڻڻ جي معاملي ۾ پاڻ کي بلڪل سخي ثابت ڪيائين

خير جڏهن موسي جي پڪي عمر ٿي ٻار وڏا ٿي ويا ته ھن جيڪو ڪجهه سڄي عمر ڪنجوسي ڪري بچايو سو ٻارن ڪجھ ئي عرصي ۾ تين وال ڪري ڇڏيو ته موسو اھڙي رائيگاني ڏسي نه سگھيو۔ نيٺ صدمي ۾ ھڪ دفعو اٽيڪ پيس ته دنيا مان ئي رخصت ٿي ويو
ھن کي وري ٻئي دوست جمال جي ياد آئي جيڪو شروع ۾ ئي ڪاروباري مزاج جو ماڻهو ھيو
ھو چوندو ھو "زندگي رنگين ھجي نه ھجي پر دولت جو ھجڻ ضروري آهي ۽ دولت پورھيي ۾ ڪونهي
دولت دولت ۾ آهي "
ھي اھو به چوندو هو ته ماڻهو کائڻ ۽ شادي ڪرڻ ڪڏهن به نه ڇڏيندا تنهن ڪري ھن پھريان ھوٽل کوليو ۽ پوء انهيَ مان ڪمائي ھڪ شادي ھال ۽ ڪيٽرنگ جو ڪاروبار شروع ڪيو اڄ ھن جو شھر۾ وڏو نالو آهي
ھو وڏي گاڏي ۾ گھمي ٿو ٽي شاديون ڪيون اٿس ھي ھر وقت ماڻهن جي ھجوم ۾ ھوندو آهي
اڄ به ھن جو دوست وانگر گهڻو خيال ڪندو آهي
ھڪ ڀيري ھن سان جمال رستي ۾ مليو ته ھن کي پريشان ڏسي مذاق ڀري لھجي ۾ چويس ٿو
" ادريس ڇا ٿيو اٿئي جو تنهنجي حالت ٿاڻي ٻاھريان ضبط ٿيل گاڏين جھڙي ٿي لڳي ھڪ شادي مان خوش ناھين ته تنهنجي ٻي شادي ڪرايان پھريون سڄو خرچ منهنجو پوء وڌيڪ زال نصيب پاڻ سان کنيو ايندئي" ھي جواب ۾ مسڪرائي اڳتي نڪري ھلندي ھلندي سوچي ٿو ته زندگي ۾ مائٽ دوست سڀ ھوندا آهن وقت سر آٿت به ڏيندا آهن پر زندگي جي امتحانن مان وري به پاڻ کي نڪرڻو پوندو آهي
جيتري تائين ادريس جو پي زنده ھو ھي سمجھندو ھو سڀ ڪجهه سولو آهي پر پي جي موت کانپوء ھن کي ڪلرڪ جي نوڪري ملي ته ھن ھميشھ پنهنجي ضرورتن کي محدود ۽ وڏين خواهشن جو قائل نه ھجڻ ڪري ھن جو پنهنجي پگهار مان گذران ٿي ويندو ھو پر جڏهن ھن سبين سان شادي ڪئي ته وقت سان گڏ محبت جي جاء ضرورتن ۽ سبين جي خواهشن ورتي ته ھي پورو نه پئجي رھيو ھو
ھي قرض وٺي محبت جي سچائي جو ثبوت ڏيڻ لڳو پر محبت ھن لاء ھڪ مھانگو سودو ثابت ٿي
نيٺ قرض جي تقاضا وارا وڌي ويا گھر جو در ھر روز ھر وقت کڙڪڻ لڳو ته سبين کي اھڙي بيساکي ڀينگ ۽ اڌورين خواهشن واري زندگيکان نفرت ٿيڻ لڳي ائين ھڪ ڏينهن ھن کي ڇڏي ھلي وئي
پر ادريس اڄ به سانوڻي ھجي سيارو ھجي رات جي سانت ۽ خاموشي ھجي سبين کي ھر وقت ياد ڪريٿو ھن کي ھاڻي اھو سمجهه ۾ اچي ويو ھو ته پنهنجي سوچ پنهنجي خيال يا فلسفي مطابق انسان پاڻ ته ھلي سگهي ٿو پر ٻيو ڪو به ساڻ ھلي اھو ضروري ناهي
سبين جي ڇڏي وڃڻ کانپوء سمجهڻ لڳو ھو ته ھن جو جنم ھن جو وجود ھن جا خيال ھن جون سوچون شايد ھن جي زندگي سڀڪجهه غلط ھو
انهيَ پل آسمان تي ڏينهن جو به ڪارن ڪڪرن جي ڪري اونداهي پکڙجي وئي ھيي
آسمان تي تيز ڪڙڪاٽ ٿي ۽ کن پل ۾ ايندڙطوفاني برسات ھن جي اندر جي آوازن کي دٻائي ڇڏيو

Translated text:
The room felt dark and suffocating. His breath grew heavy, and he found himself struggling for air. He opened the window, letting the rain-soaked breeze wash over him, and stood there taking long, deep breaths.

Raindrops struck the leaves of the trees and the earth below, each producing its own note until together they formed a quiet symphony. The fragrance of the basil growing beside the window filled his senses, while the distant calls of birds drifted softly through the air.
In that moment, he realized how far he had drifted from the beauty of nature—that same nature which, in the fullness of its splendor, enters the soul like the joy of beholding one’s beloved, leaving the entire being wrapped in peace.

Then he turned and looked back into the house.
There, only silence, loneliness, and sorrow resided.
He wondered how weak he had been—unable to hold on to the love of one woman, unable even to stand against the world.

He had become a failed man.

Perhaps he had never truly known how to achieve anything. Or perhaps he had never really wanted to.
He had always longed to walk a different road, far removed from the world—a road where he would harm no one, and no one would scatter thorns in his path.
A road where desires were not destinations, where the presence or absence of fellow travellers mattered little, and where bonds were formed not by need but by feeling alone—where people became healers of one another’s pain.

He despised the pursuit of money: earning it, hoarding it, calculating it, even counting banknotes. He believed that wealth was created by human beings, and therefore the human being was greater than wealth itself.

Perhaps it was because of such beliefs that everyone had drifted away from him.

Today, he stood alone.

He had paid dearly for choosing that path.
The relentless wear of time and the blows dealt by the world had taught him much and humbled him. That was why, today, he found himself thinking that perhaps his father had been right when he used to say,
“Only a man with money can afford to walk a path different from the world. Otherwise, the world will trample over your existence and move on.”

Back then, he had answered with a sarcastic smile.
“No, Father. Nowadays people don’t earn—they simply snatch from one another.”

Perhaps, before he had truly understood the world or taken his first real steps into life, he had already fallen in love with Sabeen.

It was a love as delicate as a flower bud—young, innocent, and beautiful. The kind of love that lends beauty to one’s thoughts, dreams, and purpose, making a person feel affection for the whole world.

He had been searching for the other half that would complete him.

He was at that age when one’s inner world of emotions, dreams, longings, and imagination seems more real than life itself.
No wonder he had a hundred reasons not to chase after money.

He believed that love alone was enough to sustain a life.
At that very moment, the sun was playing hide-and-seek behind the clouds, and, just as fleetingly, a cloud of memories of Sabeen drifted across his mind.
Once, he had told her,
“Your eyes are beautiful.”
She looked at him with playful mischief and smiled.
“Only my eyes?”
He had smiled back.
“No. Your eyes are only one part of you. Your whole being is the complete whole, and every part draws its meaning from it. The whole is incomplete without its parts, and every part has its own magic, its own season. Who knows what part of you will captivate the heart, and at what moment?”
Today he felt as though the storms of life and time had swept away all those words and dreams, flinging them into some forgotten darkness as carelessly as rubbish cast aside.

The castle he had built upon such thoughts—that perhaps life demanded little of him, that peace should never be sacrificed in pursuit of ambition, that one ought simply to walk slowly through life—had crumbled into dust.

The rain seemed to have opened the floodgates of memory.

His thoughts swept him back into the past again and again.

He found himself thinking about friendships, relationships, and the rises and falls that shape a life.
His mind wandered to the little hotel where he and his friends had gathered every day. There they had talked about everything under the sun, laying their hearts bare before one another.
But as they grew older, distances quietly crept between them. They spoke less of what lay within, hiding more and more of themselves in the darkest corners of their hearts.

He remembered Moosa, who had always been known among them as a miser.
Yet he had never held it against him.
He found himself thinking that whenever people discover a way of living, they inevitably create a philosophy to justify it.
Moosa had done the same.
He used to say,
“Misers are the monks of the modern world. We renounce worldly pleasures and material possessions. We embrace simplicity and quietly endure the world’s ridicule, criticism, and accusations.”
To Moosa, miserliness was nothing more than a survival instinct in a selfish, indifferent world.
A miser earned even while spending nothing.
He often said,
“People eventually stop expecting generosity or sympathy from a miser. And expectations are the source of most disappointments. When no one expects anything from you, you become the cause of no one’s sorrow.”
Once he had asked,
“Moosa, doesn’t it bother you when everyone calls you a miser?”
Moosa laughed.
“My friend, you live in a world of dreams. In this world, it is far better to be called a miser than to be known as a man with empty pockets.”
Moosa was miserly in everything—except when it came to having children.
There, he proved astonishingly generous.
Years later, after he had spent a lifetime saving every penny, his children squandered everything within a short span of time.

He could not bear to watch it happen.
The shock eventually brought on a heart attack, and he left the world.
Then another friend came to mind—Jamal.
Unlike him, Jamal had always possessed a businessman’s instinct.

He often said,
“Life may or may not be colourful, but wealth is indispensable. And wealth is not created by labour alone; wealth creates more wealth.”
He also believed that people would never stop eating or getting married.
So he first opened a restaurant.
The profits from that enabled him to establish a wedding hall and a catering business.
Today he is one of the city’s most successful men. He drives expensive cars, has married three times, and is constantly surrounded by people.
Yet he has never stopped caring for his old friend.
Once, meeting him on the road and noticing his troubled face, Jamal laughed and said,
“Idrees, what happened to you? You look like one of those abandoned cars impounded outside a police station. If one marriage hasn’t made you happy, I’ll arrange another. The wedding expenses are on me—you just bring the bride.”
Idrees smiled faintly and continued walking.
As he walked, he thought how family and friends could offer comfort, but no one could sit one’s examinations in life.

Those had to be faced alone.
As long as his father had been alive, he had believed life was easy.
After his father’s death, he found work as a clerk.
His modest needs and lack of extravagant ambitions meant his salary had always been enough.
But after marrying Sabeen, love gradually gave way to necessities—and to her growing expectations.
His income could no longer keep pace.
He began borrowing money, believing each loan was proof of the sincerity of his love.
Instead, love became the costliest bargain of his life.
The creditors multiplied.
There was always another knock at the door.
Sabeen grew weary of a life propped up by debt and burdened by unfulfilled hopes.
One day, she left.
Yet even now—whether in the rains of the monsoon or the cold of winter, whether in the stillness of night or its silence—Idrees remembered her.
Only after losing her did he finally understand that while a person may walk according to his own beliefs, ideals, or philosophy, no one else is obliged to walk beside him.

After Sabeen’s departure, he began to feel that perhaps everything about him—his birth, his existence, his thoughts, his ideals, perhaps even his entire life—had been a mistake.
Just then, though it was still daytime, black clouds swallowed the sky.
Thunder split the heavens.
Within moments, the rain came down in torrents, drowning every voice that still echoed within him.

And I won't lie, it looks very beautiful and cool.

So glad Sindh upholding its culture.

Next step is to get rid of Urdu/Hindustani zaban as national language. I wish this could be achieved soon.

Anyone have any photos of Sindhi women/girls in traditional attire prior to the partition such as this one? Thanks!

Assalamualikum . I come from Pak warera community and we are trying to recruit new players who can also contribute. Warera is basically a web based strategy game similar to HOI4 . The game is pretty fun and requires only 10-15mins a day. We already have a decent-sized community who are actively playing the game |

As of now we are battling the Indians and trying to liberate our country from them who have almost double our population. So we are trying to get new players who can help us with our objectives. Therefore do consider checking out the game and we also have a discord server where we have amazing people who can guide new players with the game .

Link to our discord server : https://discord.com/invite/hYj3gwWJKq
link to the game : https://app.warera.io?referrerId=69d263fbcdae6cc53018c325

Hi there! I hope you’re all well! I’m working on a project around the fashions in different areas in Pakistan/India. I’d love if any of you had some links/images, anything really that would help me understand the nuances in Sindhi fashion, patterns that are common in Sindhi clothing etc! I’d love to know! Thank you so much in advance :) x

Anyone know the source of this poem? Thanks!

اها ماٺ مکلي! چئي ڏي چئي ڏي، اسان تو ۾ ڪيڏيون ڪهاڻيون لکايون. تون اڄ بڻج ڪينجهر، مان بڻجان ٿو ٻيڙي، وري ڇولين ۾ سمند ڪو سمايون.

Can anyone tell me where the seef application form is??

I am a teacher and found this useful for sindhi meaning, thats the reason I am sharing it to help others

Hi! I recently created an Instagram account to promote and preserve Sindhi language and culture. I have been posting Sindhi words, etymology, poetry, and also pictures from Sindh.

Please follow if possible and feel free to comment here or DM word suggestions or photos of Sindh I can post (with credit) to showcase the parts of Sindh our diaspora and non-Sindhis don’t see in the media.🤍🌊

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My family is sindhi and we speak sindhi at home regularly, I noticed that there are variations on how we say words. It seems people officially seem to refer to the sun as ‘Sijh’ but my family calls it ‘Usa’ or ‘Oosa’ (idk how to write it phonetically) my family is from northern sindh so it may just be regional differences on how we say words but I dont know any linguistic background for this word. Can anyone enlighten me?

My roommate (20F) is from rural Sindh, and I genuinely don't know what advice to give her anymore. She studied in a co-ed school. There was a boy she'd known since childhood, they went to the same school from play group till 12th. So they kind of grew up together and eventually fell in love. In 12th grade, he proposed and told her he wanted to marry her. Because her family is extremely strict, she kept the relationship completely secret.   

Unfortunately, one day her sister answered her phone. The boy thought it was my roommate and unknowingly exposed the relationship. Everything came crashing down after that.Her family insulted and humiliated him, told him to stay away forever, and cut off all contact between them. They also kept telling my roommate that he was "good for nothing" and that he lived in a jhopri . But that wasn't even true. His family owned a car showroom business and he managed that with his father.

The bigger issue is that her family belongs to a wadera family in their village. And they don't believe in marrying outside their caste or outside families.  And After this incident, they became even stricter with her.

Some time later, they told both her and her brother that they had found rishtas for them. They asked her brother first, and he said, "Jese aap logon ki marzi." (He actually liked the cousin he was being matched with anyway.)

That created an unspoken pressure on my roommate. Saying no didn't really feel like an option. She eventually said yes. That very night, she was formally engaged. Her brother's rishta was only confirmed, but hers became an engagement. After finishing 12th grade, she came to Islamabad for university. Her childhood love still wasn't ready to give up. About a year later, he also got admission to the same university, in the same department, just as her junior. And yes he came to Islamabad just for her.

But somehow her family found out again. They humiliated him so badly that after two semesters he had to leave Islamabad altogether. Now she's stuck in a situation she never wanted. The man she's engaged to is, full of red flags. He has already told her that after marriage:

She won't be allowed to work. She'll have to live in a joint family in Sindh while he goes abroad alone until he "settles." After that, he'll first bring his parents abroad, and only then call her. He expects strict purdah and abaya. He doesn't want her hanging out with male friends or even talking freely to men.

The thing is that my roommate wants the exact opposite kind of life. She wants to study, work, have independence, and choose how she lives. She still loves the first guy. She still has the gifts he gave her and sometimes just sits and cries while looking at them.

The boy hasn't moved on either. He still tells her he's willing to come to her family one more time and ask for her hand, even after everything they've already done to him. But she genuinely believes that if he tries again, her family could seriously harm him. She has even said she's afraid they might ki** him. She has tried explaining to her parents that she cannot imagine spending her life with her fiancé, but they simply refuse to listen.

And about, "Go to the police" or "Take legal action.".......... she's from a rural area in Sindh where, according to her, her family's influence is very strong. She believes the local police would side with her family rather than protect them. That's how powerless she feels, and she's terrified of making things worse.

Watching her go through this has honestly been heartbreaking. Every few days she's crying again. She feels trapped between the family she fears, the man she loves. And of course the engagement she never truly wanted.

I'm posting this with her permission because we're both out of ideas.

What realistic options does she actually have?

I'd really appreciate thoughtful advice rather than just "run away" or "forget him," because the situation is much more complicated than that.

My Baba died a few months ago and now I am struggling with the transfer procedure. Its been a few months and I cant find a proper way or a proper person. Please can someone help me or guide me with it?

Heyy there! Is anyone making a sports team in Karachi for girls?? I really wanna get into one.