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Honor killing or killing honor?

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This is the 21st century, what has honor killing got to do with it. Every woman has the right to choose the way she wants to live her life and not judged by it….sentenced to death for choosing her path…by her own brother?…..it’s ridiculous…

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The past two weeks had all the media channels as well as my Facebook newsfeed flood with the latest buzz that created commotion and ruckus amidst public.The incident truly saddened me.

Qandeel Baloch- A social media sensation and a former Pakistani model, was murdered by her very own brother in the name of ‘honor’.

Living in the 21st century, in spite of several economic and social advancements in the country one certainly cannot deny the existence of some invisible barriers such as –‘honor killing’.

How in the name of God does taking a life reflect honor/pride to anyone?

Human lives are treated so callous in this day and age that they don’t even share the value with those of animals.

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Who defines my life?- Society or belief systems?

It is more appalling to learn that the victim’s brother in his confession video admits that he feels proud in strangling his sister to death…

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House of Dramatic Events

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The strange house stood still,

Deserted on the lonely scrupulous hill,

Surrounded by large mass of water,

Splashing violently against the granite stones.

 

Deep inside the dark passageway,

Were strange sounds of no description.

Emitting from the sparkling rocky wall,

Blurred smoky faces emerged from within,

Mouth wide open hideously,

Cries echoing from them.

 

A secret compartment with inscriptions,

Never been opened by a soul,

Since the existence of the newcomer,

Stared narrowly in diminishment.

 

Dramatic hollows of spotlight,

Danced around a creepy figurine ,

Shades of bright light,

Reflecting from the shadows.

Objects moved back and forth,

No wisdom of any being,

Is yet to crack the drama,

That exist timelessly,

In the strange house.

 

 

 

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Sunday Motivation

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Wake up

Be joyful

Thank God that you are alive

Work out

Whatever you do today

Be happy

It’s Sunday.

Albert einstein

Keep moving

Don’t give up

You are almost there.

 

Sunday motivation

Work hard

To reap

The fruits 

Of your labour

Happy Sunday!

 

A Sunday well spent brings a week of content to admire -Anonymous

 

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Harry-What My Sexy Female Director Did

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Here is the other part of the story:

I did as I was told, I walked out of the office, Shut down my computer and drove home without opening the white envelope. I kept glancing at it almost every ten seconds wondering what was inside it. When I got to my Sex-0n-the-beach home. I took a few short breath and opened it….I saw nothing, it was just an envelope inside another envelope and inside another empty envelope.

I am the player, not the game to be played– I was tempted to call her but decided against it as she had instructed I call her the following day after cracking the nut; unfortunately I was still struggling with that shit.

I took a stroll down to the seaside, and allowed myself to be taken over by the cool breeze, with my hair tussled and a deep frown across my forehead, wondering what that was all about back there in the office, and with the damn empty envelope. I tried to recall the words she said to me in the office but it made no absolute sense to me, I have never been one to listen to women COO COO into my head, too bad for me, she’s my boss, my employer…. not just any woman.

She’s sexy! RIGHT.…She’s single and successful with lots of rich men flocking around her competing to bow at her feet, but a very tough one she is, whom I have heard several unsettling tales about–such as being a disciplinarian, career woman,intelligent, no-nonsense b..ch 

I got into the office the next day, I placed a call to her but she didn’t pick . About two hours later she called back and asked me to meet her at the head office. That was the first time it crossed my mind that it could be over for me, the mere thought of me loosing my ‘turn a nice dollar job’ made me have a feeling of sensation of coldness run down my spine….

I got to the head office and was allowed into her office amidst tight security armed men. I walked up to her, my heart about to seize. She looked straight into my eyes with a cold expressionless gaze, while she sat back in her sit and asked for the white envelope, I blinked a couple of times and told her that it was empty so I trashed it. She kept mute for a while… said to me, “that empty white envelope represents you Harry, given several chances to be productive in this organisation but still empty, you thrashing that envelope is you simply saying that you can’t work here anymore.” I almost passed out- I tried to apologise for trashing the envelope with the intention of pleading to be more productive at my job.

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She immediately hushed me by placing a finger on my lips that had totally gone dry, and removed it again. She opened her soft pinkish-red lips and said to me, “I offered you this job knowing fully well that intellectually you had nothing to offer this organisation, I AM THE ORGANISATION,  I nurtured you, made you who you are now”…She got out of her sit, walked around me, she bent again, this time around…She held my balls tightly with her long beautiful fingers, all of a sudden the office went dark and I completely forgot where I was or with whom, I heard the sound of blood rushing into my brain…She squeezed softly and said into my ears, “this is mine…it’s time for you to make your contributions to the organisation.”

What should Harry do in this situation? Kindly make a comment.

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Harry-Oh My Sexy Female Director

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Here is the first part of the story:

I’m Harry, tall, dark, handsome, and single. I’m every ladies dream, at the snap of my finger, ladies run all over themselves to me just to have that sweet savor taste of me. I have lived long enough to survive the claws of the ones that couldn’t have all of me.

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I work in a telecommunication company, with everything at my beck and call; My kind of job is every man’s dream, no stress- lots of pay. All I have to do is to ensure smooth running of the business and anything pertaining to I.T… SO SIMPLE!

Becky, my main sweet babe understands my kind of lifestyle, no complaints, no grumbling, all she needs do, is to maintain her sought after position in my life and play according to the rules of the game, “the strong one will survive.”

My luxurious apartment faces the beach side, ‘Sex-on-the-beach’.… I guess you know what that means. “I am the man,” always OR for the moment? That has never crossed my mind….What gets me going is fun….

I woke up on this faithful day, with the bright sunshine streaming into my room, I had my bath and left home to resume for duties at the office, it looked like it was going to be a promising day.

There, my sexy female director, the CEO, walked into my office, that was her second time of visiting my unit location in three years I have worked there. Suddenly she bent over me while I sat behind my desk, two of her blouse buttons were open at the top, the sight of the silky glowing skin underneath peeped out alluringly at me; she said softly into my ears:

Coo coo the crow cries

When the roof opens

Coo coo , we hear no more

She stepped back while I stared at her behind as she swayed sexily out of my office , my mouth gaped open…I was confused, I had gone numb with cold; witnessing that part of her was an act I had never experienced.

She headed straight to my supervisor’s office who had stepped out on an official mess while she summoned me into the office. She handed over a white envelope to me, and said “I want you to walk out of this office now, shut down your computer, go home and call me tomorrow once you have cracked the nut.”