Trojan Horses, Colonial Hangovers, and the Forgotten Intersex in Pakistan
A hard look at how colonial morality and elite politics collide, leaving Pakistan’s intersex communities spoken about endlessly, but cared for barely at all.
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There’s Someone Else Here, and They Look Suspiciously Digital
Is society ready for a culture where collective intelligence includes non-human minds?
The Promise and Pitfalls of Karachi’s New E-Traffic Challan System
Karachi’s e-challan rollout. Digital fines in a city where the laws aren’t visible and the roads barely exist.
The Age of Unconscious Nihilism
We live in an age of unconscious nihilism, where meaning hasn’t disappeared in some dramatic collapse. It has simply faded, replaced by comfort, consumption, and the illusion of progress.
You are aware… What’s next?
A very objective guide based on how I maintain my sanity (If I have left any)
We Regret to Inform You, Mr. Einstein
If Albert Einstein applied to university today, would he have been accepted?
Mukbang, Morality and the Modern Hunger
Mukbang exists in which individuals record themselves consuming an enormous quantity of food, accompanied by the presence of a variety of sounds that make the experience more holistic. It forces us to confront an uncomfortable paradox: Is it morally right to indulge in excess consumption of food while millions starve?
Our Identity is no longer in crisis; it’s lost.
A reflective deep-dive into Pakistan’s crisis of thought—where blind faith and blind rebellion mirror each other. This piece urges skepticism, reason, and the courage to question both the pulpit and the podium.
Why is everyone always freaking out? Protecting Our Peace Has Ruined Our Peace
Your “peace” is making you weak.
A Nation Obsessed with the Aesthetics of Morality but Dead Inside
Let me ask you a series of questions. Answer them honestly—to yourself, not to me.
The Unholy Marriage – Tiktokers X Call Centre Scammers
Here comes the money. What if I told you there was a way to make hundreds of thousands of dollars in a single night, without lifting a finger?
Addiction to Almost Love
We’re All Addicted to the Textual Tension (And It’s a Problem)