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Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Review-




MY DAWN YEARS: EXPLORING SOCIAL ISSUES
By Zubeida Mustafa


                                     REVIEW
                                      By Sadia Wali



What an inspiring book to read!  I enjoyed every moment reading this inspirational memoir. There are hilarious experiences which I relished the most and sentimental events that made me cry.  As Tahira Abdullah, Development worker, researcher and rights activist says, “It is a brave woman’s chronicle, demonstrating honesty and grit. She stands tall in an illustrious line of fearless journalists, writing with the courage of their convictions.”


Writing this book and compiling each and every instance must have been a challenging task for the writer. Her style of writing is so captivating that it keeps readers intact as I got deeply involved while reading the memoir till the end.

The strong personality of Zubeida Mustafa was a great inspiration for me as I got chance to meet her twice. In 2013 and 2014, ERDC organized a seminar. I being the member of organization committee got the opportunity to chat with her regarding her passion for writing.  In 2015, I was working with Abbas Husain at TDC; I called Zubeida Mustafa to take her views about education dilemma in Pakistan. To my surprise she recognized me and told me that she read a few of my articles. I felt obliged, as a great writer and renowned personality praised my work.
 
Being an affectionate mother, wife and a committed journalist, her life was hard and challenging. In her memoir, Zubeida related her experiences of hardships how she coped with her personal and professional life. She joined Dawn in 1975 as a young energetic journalist. She was introduced by veteran Dawn editor, Ahmed Ali Khan. During her career, she met several ups and downs. At one moment, she opted to leave Dawn and join The News for career development. It was really a hard decision to leave one institution and join another as it involves a lot of risk. In chapter, ‘Journalism of My Time’ she explicated how she reached up to the right decision. As she recalled, “I went home right away and called up to Ghazi to tell him I had decided to stay with Dawn.” 

During her three decades with Dawn, she experienced different phases of how content and style of newspaper changed with the advent of new technology. In different chapters she elucidated her experience of how she learnt page making to writing editorials using technology. I will briefly relate an incident experienced by Zubedia while working on her editorials. Zubedia in spontaneous flow wrote six to seven editorials in her computer when suddenly it hanged and then it went blank. The IT department tried hard to retrieve her work but they failed. She had to write all over again and it took another three hours to recall the things she wrote earlier.
As she completely her task, she felt completely drained.  She quoted in one of the chapters, “I can understand that for learning how to use computer proved to be quite challenging experience for me too. It led to many heart breaking moments.”

She also related her experience of foreign tours and got the opportunity to meet renowned writers and scholars. Along with her colleague,  Rabab Naqvi she met Khushwant, Singh and Qurratulain Hyder in Delhi. She also recalled the first meeting of the editorial committee she attended in Paris in 1979Feb.As she entered the room; she was surprised as she was the only young woman there. ‘It was an exciting to some extent even nervous event for me.” she stated in her memoir.

She transformed Dawn library and brought radical changes in the page of Books and authors. During her career, she focused more on writing on social issues that include women empowerment, education and health.

During the peak of her career, she began to lose her eye- sight that compelled her to take retirement. She could not keep focus on her work and had to take extra help from her young colleagues.

The last part of her biography focused on her retirement life, how peacefully and gracefully she enjoyed those days. 

 Her personal and professional life comes to us as an example of passion, strength and commitment. A young mother with two young daughters coped with the male dominated world of journalism has proved to the world that women can successfully opt for any field of life.

This book is an inspiration for every age. As you will read, you will feel stirred and encouraged. You will learn to master your life, empower to live and dream and overcome personal and professional obstacles and achieve your goals.

The elegant personality and inspiring writing of Zubeida Mustafa has highly motivated me to overcome my inhibitions and share my experiences of life with the world!


Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Packed like Sardines



Packed like Sardines

By 

Sadia Wali


Its 8.00 am. I hurriedly collect my “luggage" and wait for my minivan to pick me up for the office. As it stops near my house, I am astounded when I open the door. Six girls are already crowded, and I am the seventh one among them who is struggling to fit in any place available in the van. There is no room to breathe.

During traffic jam, the driver puts frequent brakes and with sudden jerks begins to drive again at full speed. It seems that he was once a roller coaster driver! Many times, my head gets bumped against the windows and roof of the van. I look around the van and see all the girls rubbing their heads and elbows. The dead reckoning drive compels us to hold our breaths, as we make effort to regain our consciousness.

 During the drive, I try to remain hydrated and vigilant while my other colleagues pass time in engaging in different activities. Three girls sit beside me. One is a broker; she continuously talks on her cell phone regarding her sales work.  The other one yawns and would go into deep sleep dreaming as if she is travelling in a lavish car with great protocol. The pretty girl opposite me is always busy with her make up kit either making her hair style or applying various creams to look extra ordinary beautiful. The other one is an architect she draws sketches all the time. The last one is a passionate singer, she sings to herself and when she gets bored, she asks the van driver to play fast beat songs. The driver eagerly pays heeds to her plea. Suddenly the power speakers at the back of my head blew so fast that I felt my ear hole has got ruptured. If there would have been anyone else in my place, she would have thrown that disastrous thing out of the window. Alas! I had to bear this too.

As the destination towards our offices comes near, the seven of us begin to collect our bags which were spread underneath our seats. We have different locations so I am the last one to be dropped at my office. My clothes are badly wrinkled and it seems as if I took them out directly from the washing machine. I begin to feel I should also keep a small handy iron to press my clothes as I reach office.

At last I reach my dear office after a one-and-a-half-hour journey with shaking and trembling legs. It takes ten to twenty minutes to refresh myself and start my day’s tasks.

When the day ends, I begin to have a horror of experiencing this tormenting journey again as we all hope to reach our home safely. It is always a risk travelling in evening rush hour traffic. I hope today the minivan does not hit a rickshaw or a truck, like it often does, and we dreadfully fall on one another inside the van. One frightful incident was when the driver hit the footpath and the steering wheel came out!

While on my way to work and home, I feel as if we are packed like sardines in a can.  The irony here is that we are not fish, we are human beings that are packed in a tin.

The van is terribly crowded but this alarming journey makes us laugh and enjoy and share our grief. Singing songs, enjoying, eating samosas and golgappas, celebrating birthdays and taking selfie are some cherished moments which we have enjoyed the most. It might be the reason that we have become used to this terrible journey and might continue with it!


Monday, October 8, 2018

How I Treat My Strange Water Bottle



How I Treat My Strange Water Bottle 

By Sadia Wali





My water bottle on my working desk in office seems mysterious to many of my colleagues as they never find it empty. In the beginning, they felt I drink a lot. They got inspired. As time passed, they realized what they believed about me was totally wrong. I hardly drink 1 or 2 glass a day and take my bottle back home half filled. This happens every day.


One day my colleague told me in a light hearted way, "You can survive easily in a desert like a camel. I began to laugh but this really no joke. I need to drink water in large quantity for better health.  I remember my mother used to drink 8 to 10 glasses of water during the day. I used to watch with curiosity and think how is it possible to drink water in such a large quantity.

 I went to see homeopathic doctor for body pain, headache and dehydration, his first question was how much is your water intake? I was startled and began to give excuses. I get so busy in work I always forget to drink water or sometime don’t even get time to drink water. To my amazement he said how is it possible you forget to drink water. Does no one in your office drink water? I  murmured to myself how can I drink water when I am not  thirsty.I can easily survive in a forest or desert where water is not available. The doctor gave me a medicine which will increase thirst.

I thought this medicine might work  some miracle might happen and I begin to drink whole of my medium size bottle in a day. Consequently, I began to take this miraculous medicine but my mind keeps asking the question  my stomach is not big enough like a  camel  hump to store  water.

How can I force myself to drink water in large quantity I pondered!