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Was an honor to meet Cynthia Ritchie

She is now living between Pakistan And United States and making documentaries to show 98% of un shown Pakistan to the world.

Being well dressed has not been my speciality, however I am inspired by Zain Jeewanjee and was asked by Humayun Saeed to leave the room based on how badly I was dressed with, so had to up my wardrobe a little.

Got new shoes after getting criticism on the shoes :)

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This is a true story that had happened in 1892 at Stanford University. Its moral is still relevant today.

A young, 18 year old student was struggling to pay his fees. He
was an orphan, and not knowing where to turn for money, he came up with a bright idea. A friend and he decided to host a musical concert
on campus to raise money for their education.

They reached out to the great pianist Ignacy J. Paderewski. His manager demanded a guaranteed fee of $2,000 for the piano
recital. A deal was struck. And the boys began to work to make the concert a success.

The big day arrived. Paderewski performed at Stanford.

But unfortunately, they had not managed to sell enough tickets. The total collection was only $1,600. Disappointed, they went to Paderewski and explained their plight. They gave him the entire $1,600, plus a cheque for the balance of $400. They promised to honour the cheque soonest possible.

"No" said Paderewski. "This is not acceptable" He tore up the cheque,
returned the $1,600 and told the boys "Heres the $1,600.

Please deduct whatever expenses you have incurred. Keep the money you need for your fees. And just give me whatever is left" The boys were surprised, and thanked him profusely.

It was a small act of kindness. But it clearly marked out Paderewski as a great human being. Why should he help two people he did not even know? We all come across situations like these in our lives.

And most of us only think "If I help them, what would happen to
me?"

The truly great people think, "If I dont help them, what will happen to them?" They dont do it expecting something in return.

They do it because they feel its the right thing to do.

Paderewski later went on to become the Prime Minister of Poland. He was a great leader, but unfortunately when the World War began, Poland was ravaged. There were over 1.5 million people starving in his country, and no money to feed them.

Paderewski did not know where to turn for help. He reached out to the US Food and Relief Administration for help.

The head was a man called Herbert Hoover - who later went on to
become the US President. Hoover agreed to help and quickly shipped tons of food grains to fee the starving Polish people.A calamity was averted.

Paderewski was relieved. He decided to
go across to meet Hoover and personally thank him. When Paderewski began to thank Hoover for his noble gesture, Hoover quickly interjected and said, "You shouldnt
be thanking me, Mr. Prime Minister. You may not remember this, but several years ago, you helped two young students go through
college in the US. I was one of them."

The world is a wonderful place. What goes around usually comes around...

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WOW Story of Sister Rubina Kauser Bashir

If you do not find this amazing, and moving, the nothing is amazing !

I am a revert Jennifer but in a strange way i shall explain i was born in an ignorant muslim family that forced culture upon me my marriage at sixteen was without my concent i got raped on first night as it was expected of me to have sex with my husband as i was innocent and niave and noone had ever been close to me i was scared and asked him if he loved me he did not answer so i told him no to stop i shall not go into detail. Anyway he controlled me every second of day and night i could not breath or think for myself i felt lost confused and did not even know my own identity i felt i was going insane as nothing pleased him. After having two children i was too depressed and he made me feel isolated and used to stop my meeting my family my friends. So i used to talk and spend time with his brother who was same age as me i grew close to him and felt we had a lot in common we laughed joked and teased each other but little did i realise that i was getting too attached to close to him... I am only human i fell in love but i was honest and told everyone i felt scared of husband so i wrote letter and left it in my coat in hallway as he used to check my pockets and everything. I was not a bad person i hated him so much i felt i was in prison and wanted to run away. Anyway cut long story short when all truth came out his brother denied it all so end of. My heart shattered and i was humiliated my parents actually beat me up. I used to believe this was all Islam. I had no knowledge of islam but only learrned what i experienced. So i left my two children not because i did not love them but i felt scared because my parents told me i was going to hell and i really feared ALLAH i did not want to be punished for the sin i commited so i left my children because my heart was clean i felt i was not evil but my parents made me feel evil and i did not even know that ALLAH was merciful and He forgives if you truly repent i left everyone behind i was suicidle and only19 by then. I thought ALLAH was evil ( sorry ALLAH) and i went searching for truth i met a non muslim man i will cut it short it ended after a year i never used the title " i am muslim" because everything i did was living like a rebell i went into bad company anyway i met some zionists people of illuminiti they told me everything they were planning and trusted me because i was not muslim. They told me they were planning to wage war agsinst islam by planting bombs and killing people and were going to conspire agsinst islam and blame muslims. I became fearful and scared at that moment i felt something hurting me inside it had woken up my faith i truly felt i had to save the muslims. I came back to my parents after two years in 1993 to be precise but i was placed in a mental hospital as i was very fearful feared for safety of my life as they the illuminiti realised i was muslim. The look of anger on their faces was really scary. So i began to learn about islam slowly and became closer to ALLAH. I got married again to my cousin and again was asked to marry my cousin from parents but i said no and they used ALLAH to say thst if i wanted ALLAH to forgive my sins and for showing them up ( as i became black sherp of family) if i wanted forgiveness then i should marry him. It took me a whole year to say ok. Again it was all agsinst islam as a woman has a choice and can decide for herself. There was a major risk i took to marrying my cousin and thst was thst he was previously married to my younger sister but she hated him and marriage was never constimated . Oooh the pain of being always second best and his looks towards her when we used to gather as a family it HURT i felt like i did not even exist for him. I became insecure as mum always praised her infront of my husband and also because she was very attractive and beautiful my heart was breaking as nothing could ever be good enough for him than her. She was a stunner and she knew it.we used to argue and he would get my mum involved and she would tell all my siblings that i was causing trouble for him and that i was jealoud of my sister so my sister slowly started to " regret" her decission to rejecting him and mum was making them twi get closer through respect and mutual understanding she felt special that after all she did to him he was still in love with her. Cutting long story short i was constsntly sent ti mental hospital because they used i was paranoid. And till this day i am still under mental health and labelled. But through my pain i was getting more closer to ALLAH and spiritual my love and understanding grew a lot for my religion. I decided it was best i wore hijaab as i could only change myself for what i was feeling and that i knew in my heart and understood thst people can get close and mistakes and emotions can get out of hand. What i expected for myself i started treated others with as i could not change anyone else but change my own self first. It is a long story i shall end here. A lot of people are involved in my marriage as i have become stronger in myself and feel
More confidant but unfortunately the mental health nurse and social workers give support and sympathy to my husband as they give his ego a boost full of praise at how much he had coped with living with a mentally ill wife. But i have never been paranoid we have had marriage issues to lack of trust love and respect. But my mum and my husband have always had control over my life to have me sectioned for months on end.i know what has been going on behind my back the lies the dishonesty and the constant praise for him. I have tried leaving but the excuse had been used thst i have not been taking my medication. I am seen as a bad muslim an extemist because this is hoe my family have painted me as because everyone in my family is modern and do not practice islam. They have tried to
Control me through thid system because it is only way they can stop me from leaving. But i tell my husband it is ironic that he shows me no support and constsntly complaining to the mental health nurses ( females for sympathy and suppory) that i am paranoid when i tell him i am leaving him but same time gets me locked up and this is how he stops me from leaving him. My family believe thst i control him because he convinces them only because he knows he is getting attention fromy beautiful sis always. I am praying and waiting patiently for my time to come when my Most Loving ALLAH decides to set me free. I do bot complain about ALLAH as i have felt nothing but peacr and live in getting to knoe my religion it is just painful the fact that i have never been accepted either in the past or now thst i am treated differenyly because of who i choose to be in hijaab.

Teaching of Religions !