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THE WAY IT WAS: Jack and the Queen of Hearts —Mian Ijaz Ul Hassan

 For Sadeqain, man can often be a measure for all things. It is through courage and the passion for truth that man discovers the secrets of nature and life, and dreams of reaching beyond the stars Some people believe in the good, old days girls fell for heroes; now they fall for the rich. At […]

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THE WAY IT WAS: Iris and the river of fire —Mian Ijaz Ul Hassan

 In cold marble the poor things, especially Aphrodite, appear so bashful. One hand up and the other down — a clever device to draw attention precisely to their vital endowments, which the deities pretend to conceal I wonder if it is politically correct to express admiration for beautiful women. One has to be careful these

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THE WAY IT WAS: Infidels and brother Muslims —Mian Ijaz Ul Hassan

Most Pakistanis living in some Muslim countries on worke visas have a sharp contradiction with the locals, but the Mullah praises them for being our Muslim Brothers. People that give you equal rights of citizenship are branded as infidels, those that deny you the status are embraced as brothers. What impeccable logic! We are unfortunately

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THE WAY IT WAS: Indeed what has changed? —Mian Ijaz Ul Hassan

In the past the Allied Powers fought Fascism. Today they fight Terrorism. Yesterday they fought for democracy against communism and “dictators”, who were popular third world leaders, for capitalist barons. Today they are fighting for human rights against the Axis of Evil, for the monarchs of multi-national capitalism Everyone says the world has changed. Indeed,

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THE WAY IT WAS: In the company of fair women —Mian Ijaz Ul Hassan

 Karachi has certainly become a verdant town since the old days when the number of trees could be counted on a few dozen fingertips It is not as easy as it was in the sixties to flit across to Karachi without much thought. Karachi seemed closer and within reach. Things were better; our lives were

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THE WAY IT WAS: Impossible to please anyone —Mian Ijaz Ul Hassan

Good intentions are great but they do not entitle a person to appropriate the rights of others. As I said everyone has the right to drink the poison of his own liking. Socrates drank hemlock. Cleopatra had herself bit by a snake The rain should either have come a month earlier or ten days later.

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THE WAY IT WAS: How should I know? —Mian Ijaz Ul Hassan

Pakistan has a larger agricultural land and water base than India. Then how is it that India is self-sufficient and we cannot even provide bread to our people? It is an irony that we should be importing wheat from countries like Saudi Arabia It was at the Agricultural University and the Ayub Research Institute; situated

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THE WAY IT WAS: Honourable Vs pompous Indians —Mian Ijaz Ul Hassan

The rich are thrifty in parting with money as well as in having a sense of honour. The common citizen scarcely has any money so he prizes honour. The hotel would not accept our travellers’ cheques because we were from a hostile country. A small shopkeeper from a small Indian town would not have our

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THE WAY IT WAS: Where have they all gone? —Mian Ijaz Ul Hassan

Bashir got unusual media coverage, more than the athletes who proceeded to win gold medals. He was on the front page of almost every newspaper porting several suitcases including sporting gear packed in an indigenous metal trunk that rested on his bare head. The manager of our wrestling team had imperiously ordered Bashir to collect

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