Today, I am sharing part of the Lahore tour. We visited the National Monument, Minar e Pakistan, which reminds us of 23rd March 1930 when Lahore Resolution passed. That particular day is the celebration that Muslims of Subcontinent started demanding new homeland. From that day, real struggle for Pakistan started.

Starting.....Mic Check{1,2,3} Helllo....HelooooThe audience wasn't audiencing at the moment. Girls are taking time while getting ready, and only boys are sitting. Faculty members are also present. They made sure their attendance is full.

Today, I rode in my memories book, and suddenly, I fell into my gallery. Over there, I found many pictures of my Lahore's Tour. Today, you are going with me inside the Lahore Fort, also known as Shahi Qila[Royal Fort][//]:# (!worldmappin 31.58820 lat 74.31542 long d3scr)Alamghiri Gate, Main Entrance, Built by Mughal Emperor Aurangzeb Alamghir

Ola, Sunday lovers I am taking you to a small vicarious tour to vibrant, colorful and amazing truck art restaurant "Lari Ada" located in I8 sector of Islamabad city. Lari Ada is a local word for Bus Stand in India, Pakistan and may be in Bangladesh too. A man, probably the receptionist, was standing at the right corner with questioning eyes. It became clear to me that he wanted to know about my presence and visit to the restaurant.

I think we should start unlearning. Yes, we should not learn now. We became advanced in every aspect of life. And this advancement reckoned humanity. Humans are in devastating conditions on every side. The elite is shrinking the poor. Bourgeoisies, sitting with their proud high necks, controlling the narrative, manipulating with their techniques, silencing the small and marginalized people, and capturing the wealth. Civilizations are clashing with each other.

Day light, i mean sun, fire ball, never allows me to step out in the middle of day. It treat me so badly. Not only me, it is treating everyone so harshly that we couldn't even go out like we used to do in winters. I remember my childhood when i used to stand with all other fellow kids to witness the baraat(groom arriving ceremony). It used to be such a vibrant event. Still it is a vibrant event but now my prespectives are changed. I feel like by throwing cash in the air they are mocking the poor. They( the elite, the one who arranged wedding ceremony, the one who are dressed elegantly and nicely) are making fun of all others and making class difference.