#iqra talks

[mohu-27]

My fav pakistani dramayyy (even tho no one asked lmao):

1. PARIZAAD istg i can‘t believe I was MISSING OUT ON THIS MASTERPIECE THIS WHOLE TIME, I don‘t think I have to say much JUST 10/10

2. TERE BIN guys the cast!!! love seeing wahaj ali on screen, I just had to watch others dramas too where he plays the main lead bc I just fell in love w him, his acting is *chef‘s kiss* 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 and don‘t get me started on yumna zaidi, fr one of my fav actresses in lollywood

3. Hum tum and suno chanda are kinda on the same level for me, both very funny (and that means something bc I rarely find tv shows funny) and LOVEDDDD the cast in both of them!!!! I mean NOOOO ONE could‘ve played jia better than iqra aziz (same goes to ramsha khan as neha in hum tum) —> forgot to mention Ishq jalebi that was a good one too (ofc w wahaj🦋)

4. Khuda aur mohabbat (s3)…. reeealllyyy enjoyed this one even tho I‘m not a big fan of feroze khan (anymore) but I loved the spiritual vibe and the forbidden love typa trope… but the ending had me shitting tears istg

5. Mushkil was deff worth watching despite having the urge to punch the air every 5 min cuz of the main leads (everyone who has watched it knows what I‘m talking about lmao)

PLEEEASEEEEE leave some recs if anyone knows some good pak dramas!!!!

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Mahira Khan's sari to Maya Ali's anarkali: Eid style inspiration from Pakistani actresses [ Mahira Khan ]

Mahira Khan’s sari to Maya Ali’s anarkali: Eid style inspiration from Pakistani actresses [Highlights] Let’s take a look at all the Pakistani actresses ready for Eid 2024. Pakistani actress Iqra Aziz talks about her favorite Eid memories, her love for mehendi, and how Eid has changed since the birth of her son. Spruce up your look with popular Pakistani actress Mahira Khan-inspired ethnic…

[beardedbluebirdcheesecake]

Surah Luqman (,Hakeem) Chapter -31

People talk about Lukman Hakeem and Arab also knew about him .They memorised his books without reading Arab didn’t teach and they said to people of Sham and Iran you have pen and book for read and write but we Arab memories all books without reading the book.This was the main cause for the first revelation as Iqra Allah send Surah Lukman because Arab were knew About Lukman Hakeem

[01bun-archive]

yoonseok really became the red and blue gays huh

[yrsonpurpose]

i need it

[saralou23]

This scene well and truly broke my heart it really did 😔

[benmitchellshearingaid]

just thought: what happened with all the stuff dennis posted about bobby? he, iqra and habiba suffered an islamaphobic attack for it, and sure dennis can’t exactly post anymore, but it’s evidently all still out there. did they take it down off screen? did they report the hate crime off screen? did anything get done to the lads that attacked them, or...?

i guess the conclusion is supposed to be dennis’ death, but that doesn’t stop all the bigots and dickheads that saw the posts before then? and after bobby was released from hospital i don’t even think it was mentioned again?

[rosmarinys]

i haven’t seen the episode bc i watch it on bbc iplayer once it’s finished live but iqra,,,,,,,I Don’t Like What I’m Seeing Babe

[ashjafari]

The only way I see the making Callum a cop is if they’re going all in with the PTSD storyline.

[virtuangel]

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[badedramay]

arsal&jiya || keep my distance. (x)

[sehrish-munir]

My True Story

I was born in a lower middle class family. My grandfather migrated from interior Sindh to Karachi in late seventy. He had some ancestral land, which he sold and bought a 3 room flat in the heart of the city.

Whereas, he started a mini cloth shop to run the bread and butter of the home.

Before he could establish his new business, just after a year of his migration, he got a cardiac arrest and could not succumb.

As my father was the only child of my grandfather. At that time he just completed his matriculation. He tried to take over o

my grandfather’s business. However, within two years he gave all the shop to borrowers. As he was a teenager, he had no experience in business. Now my father has had only the earnings of grandpa i.e one flat.

My father and my grandma were in tension over how to earn the bread and butter. In that time of hardship, my maternal uncle came forward and helped my father to get enrolled in the education department as a junior school teacher. My grandma thanked God that now they had some arrangements for daily meals.

The time was going on. After a few years of my father's job, grandma decided to marry my father. For this she selected her niece. My father accepted his mother’s decision and married my maternal uncle’s daughter.

The day nights were passing like a dream. After fifteen years of my parents' marriage, they have 5 daughters and 2 sons. My number is third in sisters. Whereas, my both brothers are little from us.

With the passage of time my father’s income decreased. Whereas, the expenses raised manifolds. As my mother was a typical housewife, he had no contribution to the household economy. On the other hand my father had only a 14 scale government teacher job, which was insufficient for 9 members of the family. Out of which all the children were school going.

As we were growing, we were becoming a source of worry for our parents. Because they had very few income resources. My two older sisters completed matriculation at the same time.

My parents decided to send only one girl to the college on a regular basis. Whereas the other one will do a private FA. Therefore, my oldest sister sat at home and the little one joined the government college for FSc in biology.

Now it was a worrying situation for me. At that time I was reading in ninth class. My dream was to become a software engineer. But my father's pocket was not permitting me to do that.

I decided to do something myself. So I can contribute not only to the bread and butter of my home but also to make my dream practical.

In this regard I started searching for some kind of work that I can do after school time. At the same time I was also consulting with my friends and classmates. One of my friends advised me to learn some beauty parlor work. She also told me that her aunty (Khala) has a nice beauty parlor in the Gulshan area. Which was a few km away from home, so I can easily manage the outback. I liked the idea and decided to get permission from my parents. But getting permission was not an easy task. So I involved my older sister Mehwish in the plan, and requested her to seek permission for me.

One day after the dinner, checking the mood of my parents, my sister Mehwish told my parents that Anmol wanted to join a parlor. On this my father showed a strict reaction and said there is no need for this, and went to the bedroom.

After a few days we requested again, and that day my mother also supported us. Finally my father agreed on one condition that I and Mehwish can both join the parlor. Initially Mehwish was not interested, but after my insistence she surrendered.

Now the day has come, my friend was at our home to take us to the sad parlor. After walking for half an hour, we reached the said parlor. My friend’s aunty was a quite aged woman. She offered us the chairs, and asked whether we had any ideas about parlor work. We both replied that we are unaware about this work like a plain paper. However, she didn't mind as we went their with our friend. After serving us tea, she asked us to check all the parlor work and select the job you have to do. After seeing the girls who were already working there I have decided to learn Mehndi design or Henna design work. As I had good grip on drawing work. Whereas, my sister Mehwish chose to learn hair cutting work, because she loves the hairs.

After choosing our jobs, the parlor owner asked us to learn these jobs for at least three months, for that she will never pay us a penny. We both agreed on the terms and came home.

Next day after school I came home, after finishing my lunch hurriedly, we both arrived at the parlor.

In the Henna design section Iqra was my teacher, from whom I had to learn stylish mehndi designs. On the first day my teacher taught me how to grip a Henna cone. It was quite interesting for me to draw rough mehandi lines on a plain paper.

On the next day she gave some kids mehndi design patterns, and asked me to rehearsal on these designs. I was putting my whole heart into learning these as soon as possible. So I can help out my father with my monthly income. On the other hand, my sister was also working hard to learn something.

Due to my hard work and passion I start making simple mehndi designs in just one month. The parlor owner appreciated me and asked me to draw kids mehndi designs on a regular basis.

Now I have become an associate henna artis besides my teacher Iqra. Whenever a kid comes to the parlor with mother, I start making beautiful mehndi designs on their hands free of cost. It was a passion and keen interest which was forcing me to do such things. Many mothers gives me some money as a tip while leaving. Now I was able to bear my monthly personal expenses.

After three months the parlor owner came to us and asked that now you both have ample knowledge about your work. So from now I will pay you rupees ten thousand per month each and besides this I will also give ten percent as commission to each customer you will serve. She also advised me to learn some advanced designs like Arabic Mehndi Design. I promised her that I will learn every advance of Henna Mehndi designs.

On the way back home we both sisters were very happy. When we told this news to our parents they became very happy. My mother was very happy, like flying in the sky. As she knows that the extra income will help her to bear the additional expenses of house. Whereas she will also be able to make some drowery for her girls.

Life was passing very fast, as our hard days went off. After one year my mother has ample money. So she decided to marry my sister with his nephew who was working in a microfinance bank as a loan officer. My sister also liked that guy. So reaching upon the agreement both families decided to keep the marriage ceremony just after Eid.

We all sisters and brothers were very happy as my sister was going to be married. On the eve of Eid we all had new clothes, on Chand Raat I made beautiful Eid mehndi designs on all my sister’s hands.

On the same day, my father and mother were busy preparing for my sisters wedding. As they had fixed the wedding ceremony on the third day of Eid. My father booked a lighting arrangements service for whole week. A day before the wedding I had drawn some amazing bridal mehndi designs on my sister's hand. That was the first time I had draw any Mehndi designs for a bride. By the grace of Allah the marriage passed well. All the arrangements were very good. Everybody on the wedding were admiring us, specially my Dulhan Mehndi designs was also being liked.

After Mehwish’s wedding I rejoined my work alone. Mehwish's husband stopped her from doing any work.

On the other hand I was continuing to learn the latest mehndi designs coming into the market. For this I was using many online platforms like instagram, facebook and youtube etc to know the new trends in the field of Henna designs. This thing helped me to learn new and modern styles like Indian Mehndi Designs, Western Henna Tattoos and Arabic Henna Designs and other kind of mehndi ke design famous in the field.

It was a hot summer day, I was in college's library, when our college watchman came their in search of me and told that the principal is calling for me. I went hurriedly in principal's office, as soon as I entered she told me that my father has met an accident while he was coming from his duty now he is in ICU of city's major hospital. It was thunder like news for me, I ran from the principal's office in hesitation. Picking an auto rickshaw from the gate and reaching the hospital. When I reached the ICU I saw my mother, my little sisters and brothers were crying. Yes my father was no more with us. This was a heavy shock for all family members. I was feeling like I lost everything.

After the funeral of my father, everyone was talking that how will we survive. My sister Mehwish and brother-in-law have their own expenses. So they could not bear any other expenditures. My father has only monthly pay as an income, so after his death it will have to stope. Whereas, his pension and gratuity case was taking long to finalize. I was earning almost 25K per month, which was not enough for a family whose 90 percent members were school going. So I requested my parlor owner to increase my salary so I can cover the house expenses, but she replied that it is not possible now.

After a few months I decided to set up my own business of Henna designs. But I had not have enough money to set up any new business in a city like Karachi. In this regard I sought help from my brother-in-law as he was serving in a microfinance bank. He helped me to take an ample loan for opening up my own Mehndi design parlor. I selected a location for the parlor, which was nearby to my house.

Finally the day came when I inaugurated my own business. To meet the future requirements I took my little sister with me so she can learn the Mehndi art. First day I received only one order for full mehndi design. I charge rupees 2000 for my first project. I was very happy about that, because now no one will take a big share of my hard work.

As I introduced so many new mehndi designs myself. Thus the demand of my parlor was raising day by day

In 2019 I earned a lot of money during the wedding season, as I received many orders for Dulhan Mehndi designs.

I was inventing new mehndi designs in the field of body art with every passing day. So I have been booking a wedding for many days, and here girls demand to print some beautiful hand & foot mehndi designs. Therefore, I repaid my bank loan within one year, which was quite an amazing experience for bank staff too.

I have also bought a beautiful house in a posh area, where I am living with my family, cool and calm. My little brothers and sisters are reading in good schools. I am also doing my graduation degree from a well known University.

To promote my mehndi art I have made my own website. Where I place beautiful back hand mehndi designs and front hand mehndi designs. I have also made my own social media accounts, so people can know more and more about my business.

So this is my own motivational story for those who want to become something in life. At the end I will suggest you do not lose hope when something hard comes in life. If our Allah close a door, definitely he opens many new doors for us.

[henryspearl]

kathy why don’t you go and talk to your son about his wedding rather than worrying about mila and iqra??

[01bun-archive]

everyone that said dna wasnt worthy now owes me £500,000 each

[acrochetedgundam]

fluffbruary day 19 prompt: sea

trowa relaxes by the ocean.

He shouldn’t have been surprised to learn that the Winner family had an ocean-front estate in Beirut, nor that Quatre’s sister, Iqra, would insist that they stay there during their visit. She was, after all, requesting Quatre’s help with some company business, the least she could do was compensate Trowa with a relaxing vacation.

He reclines back into his deck chair on their private balcony, eyes watching the small waves as they crash against the shore. Their estate was nestled back in a rocky cove, with a small sandy beach. A pier extended into the ocean, giving access to deeper water for swimming and fishing. One of Quatre’s brothers-in-law, Ziyad, is out there now, line dipped into the ocean, waiting. Ziyad was the newest addition to the Winner family, having married Quatre’s sister Merjan last summer. Trowa liked him - his demeanor was similar to Quatre’s in that he was kind and outgoing, but observant enough to recognize when someone needed their space or preferred to be alone.

Their wedding was the first family function that Trowa had attended as Quatre’s boyfriend and had essentially been the blond’s ‘coming out’ to his family. A handful of them already knew, and most of them were supportive (several of Quatre’s sisters were lesbians, after all), but a few of the older brothers-in-law in particular, the ones who still held on to what Trowa considered antiquated notions of gender and family roles, were a bit nasty in the weeks that followed. Quatre had handled it with grace and dignity, as he always did, but Trowa knew that it had hurt him. They’d never really talked about it; he wonders if maybe they should.

He sighs, looking at the expanse of blue beyond the cove. The sea was beautiful; he could see why it was one of Quatre’s favorite things about the Earth, why he didn’t really protest whenever Iqra asked him to come to Beirut. Trowa liked it, too, but because the swirling blue of the ocean matched the color of Quatre’s eyes. It wasn’t until he saw the sea for the first time that he understood why Quatre’s eyes had captivated him, had pulled him in. If he and Quatre ever did marry, (and really, Trowa wasn’t sure what he thought about the whole thing, nevermind the optics of Quatre wedding someone so far below his station) he would want it to be here. On the pier, shielded by the rocks of the cove, surrounded on all sides by the exact shade of blue that had encouraged him to let down his defenses, to trust Quatre in the first place.

The sound of the glass door opening behind him wakes him a while later; he hadn’t realized he’d been dozing. Quatre’s head pops into his periphery as a kiss is pressed against his stubbled cheek. “It’s nice to see you so relaxed,” he says, and Trowa can hear the humor in his voice. Trowa grabs his hand and pulls him to sit on the chair next to him.

“I’m always relaxed,” Trowa protests, smiling when Quatre laughs as he presses into his side. He scoots over a little, lifting his arm to wrap around Quatre’s shoulder, bringing the blond head to rest against his shoulder.

“Sure, habibi,” he replies, hand patting fondly against Trowa’s thigh.

Trowa turns to press a kiss against soft blond curls. “How’d it go?”

“Fine,” Quatre murmurs, snuggling closer to him. “I’ve got some research to do. A few contractors may be doing shifty things with our resources.”

Trowa hums softly in acknowledgement, eyes back on the sea, enjoying the feel of Quatre comfortably tucked into his side. The Winner Corporation had been very clear that their primary goal was allocating resources to war recovery efforts, repairing damages (and, at Quatre’s insistence, rebuilding a colony), helping those who had lost everything get back on their feet, and so on. They were not, simply put, in the business of providing materials to build weapons, but that didn’t stop numerous individuals from trying. Trowa had dealt with plenty of them in his work with the Preventers.

“I can do the research at any Preventers office, but…do you want to stay a few more days?” Quatre murmurs somewhat sleepily, hand tracing random patterns against Trowa’s thigh.

“Yea,” he says, letting his cheek rest against the crown of Quatre’s head. “I like it here.” Because he does, really. It used to make him nervous, used to overwhelm him being surrounded by Quatre’s often overly social sisters. But as their relationship had grown, he’d become more accustomed to them, and they’d learned that Trowa appreciated having his space as well. It was much more comfortable now. Trowa felt like he belonged now.

“Mmm,” Quatre hums against him. “Me too.”

“Une has me on forced vacation this week, anyway,” he adds, smiling at Quatre’s soft laugh.

“You do work too hard,” he says, and Trowa snorts.

“You’re one to talk.”

[saboorworld-blog]

Iqra Aziz talks up on cyberbullying

Iqra Aziz talks up on cyberbullying

On-screen character Iqra Aziz, who has some eminent exhibitions including Ranjha Kardi and Suno Chanda to her name, is preparing for a serious show sequential, titled Jhooti, inverse on-screen character and host Ahmad Ali Butt.

As of late, Iqra Aziz took to online life and wrote down her emotions in the wake of going over a wide range of analysis and cruel remarks. “It takes a couple of words to…