Wednesday, September 27, 2017

The story of my scars

Scars are usually perceived as ugly unsightly things, a disfigurement that mars beauty. However, recently I watched an inspiring video of an amazing lady that made me realise that we often undermine the transforming power of these physical and emotional scars. Muniba Mazari has certainly become my hero and has propelled to the top of my list of inspiring women of the world. I will not delve into her story but will urge all of you to watch this amazing talk and learn about her first hand.


I must admit I find physical scars difficult to deal with. To me, they represent the pain they must have inflicted on the bearer and are a constant reminder   as well as a source of curiosity and concern for the observer. As a person who has a near physical  reaction every time I hear about someone’s hurt, I truly admire people who confidently embrace their physical scars and forge ahead. I am even more impressed when I see people bravely camouflaging the scars of their soul. We think we are good at hiding these but a person who wears these like a badge on their sleeves is is not too hard to discern. These are the scars I find fascinating.. in fact even liberating. For me the cracks left by personal heartaches, once mended seem to have captured and assimilated some light from places within me I never thought existed.


I recently learnt about the Japanese practice of filling cracks of a broken object with gold. I think it’s a beautiful concept that pays tribute to the process of healing and acknowledges the transformation of a broken object to a more beautiful whole.


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Like many other women bound by duty, suffering in silence and learning to cope with challenges, I believe my emotional scars taught me to be stronger and wiser. I constantly find inspiration from strong people around me. I am fortunate to have met an amazing woman in Australia who shared her journey of being an author, artist and an entrepreneur once she moved from being a survivor of childhood abuse and neglect. Melanie Lee now has a permaculture business. In her own words, “ I broke this cycle and re-wrote my life story.”


It’s not easy to acknowledge that we have scars and talk about them. However, recognising these can be the first step to a transformation that you need. Every little punch hole in my heart and the deep cuts on my soul have a story behind them. I am not unhappy but grateful for the wisdom that these experiences have taught me. Using this learning I can enrich the lives of others as I’m more empathetic to their pain and understand their need for support and compassion. Take that first step to tell the story of your scars and let the healing begin so that you are a source of strength and wisdom for others.


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Thursday, September 21, 2017

Single at Thirty and over...



Single at Thirty and Over...



Another birthday and the continued nagging of relatives on why I was still single. Ok, so I recently turned thirty, had a job I enjoyed and a clear career path. I was entering the world of charities, working on education projects that allowed me to interact with different communities. It was a job I loved, meeting people, training and trying to bring about a change in the public school system.
Personally, I didn’t have time to delve into the ‘misfortune’ of not having a partner at my age. It was always just a matter of time for me. My focus was on developing myself professionally. Of course, like every young woman I had the longing to find the Mr. Right but so far, in my life, I didn’t come across anyone who would be genuine enough and committed too. I was living in Pakistan, fortunate enough to be living in Karachi, a modern cosmopolitan city  and highly educated with good exposure of living overseas.
I was looked upon as a confident young educated woman, attractive and sensible with good social skills. Like in any other middle class family, we were taught that a girl’s first priority is her home so along with my sisters I had learnt to cook, be hospitable and master the homely chores too. I didn’t quite understand at the time why I didn’t get married earlier. 
My parents had received a few proposals for me when I was much younger but nothing materialised. Later after my mother passed away, I wondered whether it was due to the lack of social status and networking as I was too busy working full time, or the fact that there were no suitable suitors in the immediate family or maybe my poor widower father’s lack of understanding of how to deal with traditional matrimonial practices and services. A dynamic man who had travelled the world and equipped his daughters with good education and values, he was often shocked at the shallowness of our society. A man who proudly illustrated his daughters’ educational achievements and culinary skills was disappointed to  see that most of the mothers-of-grooms-to-be were only concerned with the age, financial status and glamorous looks for their sons’ future wives.



Whatever it was, I was too busy doing other things that were more important for me. However it was often difficult to escape the question in a social gathering. I was at a loss for words when people asked me why I did not marry, till one good friend advised me to counteract this question with, “Do you have anyone in mind?”! I was bemused at the startled look I received then.  The reality was that no one actually helped but just added to the pressure.
This post is a tiny reflection of the social pressures I faced as a single woman living in the Pakistani society; from finding a place to rent, to feeling inappropriate and unattractive when girls much younger than myself were married off with a big fanfare, the social pressures and ultimately my own personal situation that left me as head of family after early death of my parents, slowly added to my woes. 
The society we live in is harsh and unrelenting. Inwardly I crumbled at the expectations put on me but my strengths were my professional attitude, the family values and a strong sense of duty. I did not need a man to make me feel fulfilled, but I did need a companion to share my worries and support me. 
A decade later, at forty years of age I found myself still single but now migrated to a new land and starting afresh in Australia. I was finally free of the prying eyes and social pressures. However, I  struggled with my own insecurities, often wondering what was lacking in me. Why was I not able to attract the right man so far? Surely I was not boring or insincere but yes I was growing older and my struggles may have honed my personality but had affected my health and demeanour. With time I learnt, it was not what I lacked but what I ‘had’ that actually scared men away. This confidence comes only when we are able to live in a positive frame of mind in a society that is fair and non-judgemental.
I am not being arrogant when I say this, as I see this manifested amply amongst my single girl friends. Yes, I was too good for most men. Strong, career focussed women have a tough time in the matrimonial arena because our society actually lacks strong men who can accept these women as equals.  Men in general, like to have a smart woman to talk to, share ideas and enjoy their company, but within their homes and personal life, they want a meek wife who they can control and feel more superior with to feed their male ego as identified by a chauvinistic society. 
Arranged marriages are not that simple to organise either, even in traditional conventional societies. Although such marriages tend to have a higher success rate it relies a lot on the strong family bonds and values of sacrifice, compromise and generosity. With modern values and new set of liberal mindsets, a ‘thinking’ society has I believe increasingly become a threat to this sacred institution. But that is a discussion for another post..
Coming back to my personal journey….I had almost given up on the idea of marriage, but had faith in God and His blessings. I always believed when the time is right, I will find my soul mate. I was lucky when I had this calling. I was introduced to someone who was caring, funny and most importantly a confident and secure individual. It was not just our fate but our mindsets that brought us together. I was clear about what I wanted and what I was willing to compromise on and so was my new life partner.



I believe no relationship is perfect. We need to work on them to make them perfect. There is no formula or checklist for finding the right man or having a successful marriage but when expectations are clear and realistic, great things materialise. I got married at the age of forty four in a joint wedding reception with my younger brother and his wife who were in their late twenties. Age had not dampened my excitement of a new life. I was nervous and hopeful like any other new bride.
The same prying eyes and faces that would look at me with pity were now astonished at how this had happened. I like to believe they are happy for me. 
So to all my dear single ladies out there, this is a shout out to enjoy your lives and feel confident about yourself. Your time will come, if you have faith and keep looking! Never ever sell yourself short, take pride in yourself and hold on to your dreams.

Here's a picture of me with my hubby celebrating six years of a challenging but strong and beautiful companionship.



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Tuesday, August 1, 2017

UNESCO Schools promoting SDGs


It was an honour for me to be able to represent UNESCO UK and promote its mission to the schools. My role as the Project Manager involved promoting the Sustainable Development Goals and helping teachers understand the link between these universal goals and their curriculum. The coordination of UNESCO ASPnet schools is managed by the Steve Sinnott Foundation.

As part of this work, I visited two active schools in June this year. Both schools are located in London and inculcate international mindedness as part of their ethos. One specially rich experience was supporting the Korean study on GCED by researchers from Korean Institute of Curriculum & Evaluation. The researchers spoke with teachers, heads and students to understand how Global Citizenship Education is integrated in the curriculum.

Hockerill Anglo-European College in London welcomed the researchers and facilitated the research study for two days.


http://www.stevesinnottfoundation.org.uk/knowledgebase/aspnet-member-school-uk-participates-in-international-gced-research/

The second school visit was at Ecole J Manuel school London. It is a bilingual school with English and French used as the medium of instruction.



The school laid a special focus on Well-being and Anthropology.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

I believe an immigrant is ...

In the modern, developed world the word 'immigrant' has almost become synonymous with encroachment. The feelings it stirs up from the natives is often of distaste, insult and even pity. Some arrive on boats and many skilled workers come after a rigorous immigration process.  While most people are understanding and  welcoming , there are others who often use the term as a dirty abuse to hurl at the bewildered people who suddenly turn up in boats on the shores, or as flock of herded cattle across the borders. Who are all these people? Why can't they just stay in their own land. Ok yes, their homes have been bombarded, they are fleeing for their lives... but is it really my responsibility to help them! Oh you can't just use my hard earned tax money on these peasants! I will not allow that....

This is the retort that comes up every once in a while in most civilised nations of the world. I am no historian or researcher but from my limited knowledge and observations I see people going places for better opportunities, to build a brighter future for themselves and their families and I have not even touched upon the humanitarian crisis. Leaving your home your job and everything you love and start from zero in a foreign place with no network of family and friends takes a lot of courage. These people should actually be applauded for their bravery. It is a known fact that immigrants often bring their life's savings and invest in their new host country. The immigration business itself is a very lucrative one for the government.

Its high time we change the negative  attitude towards immigrants and give them the respect they deserve. Please share your definition for 'immigrants' and leave a comment below

I believe an immigrant is ...

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

From Meeting the Royals to Jalebi Junction....Hello London!

Hello Friends,

Sorry for the long gap in writing. I always think of writing something here but just get distracted with ... you know what . LIFE! yesss..anyways while thinking of a topic for my blog I remembered I actually didn't share my not so recent move from down under to the world's most famous city-London! This upward geographic move from Aussie land to a country that once ruled more than half the world, my awe was of course contained as I also struggled to cope with the extreme time difference and weather. I took my time to take in the historic magnificence as well as the colours of diversity. While I treaded along Central London on Oxford Street, Regent Street and took in the lights at Leicester Square and Piccadilly Circus discovering the landmarks and streets names that had been etched in my mind since childhood from our Monopoly board game I could not help recalling the famous nursery rhyme.. " Pussy cat Pussy cat where have you been? .. I have been to London to see the Queen!" .. well I only watched the live telecast of the monarch's 90th birthday on television. However only after the sinking feeling I had while staying up all night to follow the historic UK referendum that voted Brexit, I knew I now feel part of this great country too.

Big Ben

The quaint phone booths 

Meeting the Royals

Harrods

Buckingham Palace

Canary Wharf



There is so much to discover here but what I like most about this city is the feeling of being at home away from home. While  Turkish kebabs and Lebanese pizzas have become the popular street foods in Sydney, one will find the Fried chicken shops run mostly by Pakistanis at abundance in almost every part of London. For someone like me who loves to try out new cuisines but is a diehard desi fan, stepping into Southhall High Street in London's West and Bury Park in Luton was a definite treat. The authentic taste and smell of Indian, Pakistani and Bangladeshi food and the crowded markets reminded me of walking in Karachi's famous Tariq Road market. Through this blog I am sharing with you some of the highlights of my stay here so far. Hope you enjoy!

A variety of mixed vegetarian and non-veg curries

Colourful ethnic dresses for every occasion

Spicy chicken tikka and lamb BBQ

Fresh Jalebis at Jalebi Junction

A traditional Paan (Betel leaf) shop in South Hall

Life in the UK has been for me the biggest adventure so far as it was the first time in my life that I moved away from my immediate family to start a new life in a brand new place with my loving partner. I am lucky to have this opportunity to learn more and grow. See you around!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Sha's Tasty Adventures

Hi all,

Its been some time since I wrote here. Its not easy maintaining your own blog when you have to manage social media accounts as part of your work too. This post is actually an introduction to my current professional work. I am fortunate to be part of a great community project that does wonders for our taste buds. I bet you will really be jealous with this part of my job.

I am part of a team that organises walking tours as part of a social enterprise project. This project is one of the initiatives of  The Benevolent Society which is one of the oldest charities in Australia soon to celebrate 200 years of community service. The tours aim to promote the positive image of suburbs that are otherwise considered disadvantaged by focussing on their rich cultural diversity and food traditions. It creates training and employment opportunities for locals and  also helps to promote small local business.

Its a community project with a very Tasty touch!!. A lot of fun and  a great way to learn about different cultures through food.

If you are in Sydney, you must come to one of the food tours and progressive dinners. Each walking tour has a minimum of 6 stops, includes a sit-down lunch and is a true case of Taste indulgence as the participants go about the day tasting and sampling. and even get a take home bag of goodies, samples and recipes!!

All net profits from the tours are reinvested in community development. So eat your heart out for a Tasty social cause!!

You can help to support this initiative by joining us on facebook, following us on twitter and visiting our blog and sharing this information within your network.

Here are just some of the appetising shots of the Taste indulgence that is part of our tours. Hope to see you soon at a Taste Food Tour!

Freshly baked Cheese pockets- Lebanese bakery

Lamb seekh kabab & Chicken Tikka - Pakistani BBQ

Honey & Sesame stick and Baklava- Moroccan style

Different kinds of Baklava - Middle Eastern sweets

Food preparation at a Thai restaurant

Freshly baked Baklava ( Middle Eastern Sweet)

Chevapi & Pleskavice- Bosnian Serbian meal

Chicken Parmigiani with roasted potatoes & Green salad -Italian meal

Monday, May 30, 2011

Basant in Sydney

It was a lovely day inspite of the weather forecast for early showers. Sydney siders had fun at a Fair held in the open grounds of Sydney Olympic Park on May 28. The colourful event was  organised by Jazbah International , a Pakistani youth organisation registered as a charity in Australia. Families enjoyed the popular Pakistani and Indian foods Papri chat, samosas, Chana Bhatura, Chicken tikka and Lahori fish with crispy jalebis. People of all ages including children, youth and elders enthusiastically participated in flying colourful kites as they reminisced about the much loved Basant festival held back home.



The theme was of Basant, a popular festival celebrated in both India and Pakistan by flying colourful kites amidst merry making.  This colourful festival Basant is held in most cities in both Indian and Pakistani Punjab. In Pakistan it is celebrated with vigour in the historical city of Lahore. In Pakistani towns and cities, where there is less open space, terraces and rooftops are often used for the kite competitions. It is more colourful in the old city of Lahore where everyone wears yellow clothes and flies kites from the rooftops. People from different cities travel to Lahore, where kite flying begins at dawn and continues until dusk. Friends, neighbours and visitors battle one another for victory and cries of triumph fill the air when one cuts the kite string of the other kite flyer. Special songs are played at the occasion as men gather on the rooftops. Special treats are organised and it is an occasion to laugh, eat and be playful. 












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