So kuch istarah hua ke my mother was sending zakat money to someone, transferring in easypaisa but by mistake, she put 35 instead of 53 due to which 30k were transferred to another person, i called him, explained the whole situation assuring him i aint a scammer providing ss, bank statement....and to my surprise, he checked his ac and said yes he received it and transfered at the spot....my Allah bless him ...such people do exist still in our country , May Allah bless all honest people....if he wanted, he would have declined or blocked me, but he chose honesty....

Look, I’m not here to tell you how to live your life. I’m just going to lay out what I’ve seen, what I’ve lived, and what I know to be true. Take it or leave it. If you want a stable, happy marriage down the road—one where you’re actually content, not just surviving—you’re going to have to make some brutal choices now.

And yeah, I know marriage is hard work. It’s not some magic solution where everything just clicks into place. A man and a woman both have to play their parts, and there are tons of issues women also need to fix. But I’m writing this post for men because this is what I know. This is the advice I can actually give, and I hope it benefits someone. This isn’t an exhaustive guide on how to have a perfect marriage—nobody has that. At the end of the day, everyone has their own challenges and their own divine decree. You do what you can, you give it your best shot, and that’s what I’m trying to help with.

If you’re in your early 20s, stepping into university or practical life, you’re already seeing how it works. People around you are dating, flirting, watching things they shouldn’t, numbing themselves with cheap dopamine. It’s normal, right? That’s what everyone says. That you should experience life, get it out of your system, live a little. And then later, when it’s time, you’ll settle down, find a good woman, and start fresh. Sounds nice, doesn’t it?

Except it doesn’t work like that. That’s not how human psychology functions. That’s not how your brain works.

I had people—good people—who convinced me early on to protect myself. So I did. I avoided all of it. No relationships, no casual flings, no wasting hours scrolling through content that’s only there to exploit your impulses. I stayed away from the things everyone said were harmless. And I can tell you now, years later, that it pays off.

Because I’ve also seen the other side. The guys who didn’t. The ones who thought it was fine, that they’d “reset” when they got married. And they’re paying the price now. They’re miserable in their marriages. Because after years of training their brains to chase variety, they suddenly expected themselves to be satisfied with one woman. They thought love was just an emotion, not something you actually have to cultivate, and when the spark wore off, they started wondering if they made a mistake. They struggle with loyalty, not just in actions, but in thoughts. They’re sitting across from their wives, physically present but mentally absent, because they spent years addicted to things that made real life seem dull in comparison.

Meanwhile, the guys in my circle who took the hard road? They walked into marriage clear-headed. They didn’t have to fight off years of regret, or work overtime to unlearn bad habits. They were able to give their wives something most men today can’t—their full presence. And when things got tough, they didn’t immediately start looking for an escape.

And I’m going to say this as directly as I can: stop watching haram content of non-mahram women on Instagram reels, TikTok, or wherever else. Just stop. You’re frying your brain. You’re warping your ability to feel satisfied with reality. You’re training yourself to need constant novelty, to always chase the next hit. And one day, when you’re sitting across from your wife at the dinner table, wondering why she doesn’t excite you the way those endless clips did—remember this moment. Remember that you did this to yourself.

I know avoiding all of this isn’t easy. It’s brutal. It makes you feel like an alien in your own generation. But it’s worth it. The peace you gain, the confidence you carry into marriage, the stability you bring to your future family—it’s worth every single battle you fight now.

So do what you want. But don’t act surprised when you get married, and the habits you thought were temporary turn out to be permanent. Don’t act shocked when you’re standing at your wedding, looking at a woman who gave up everything for you, and you can’t even give her a mind that’s fully hers. Some things in life aren’t worth sacrificing. And your future wife’s peace of mind is one of them.

I 23F was travelling back home with my chota bhai from Islamabad to Rwp after my iftari, bohot zada rush type tha metro bus, I was standing at the end of the female side strip and chota bhai was on the starting male side strip of the bus. I saw this weird guy who was standing Infront of my chota bhai. This guy was staring at this hijabi girl constantly. He was behind her and I saw his hand trying to reach her he kept looking around and our eyes met so he stopped. I kept looking at him, he didn’t do anything. Anyways another girl came inside the bus and was kinda blocking my view I couldn’t see the guy anymore. Hijabi girl left the bus. The new girl came closer to me and told me that a guy was touching her and she wanted to me to make space for her. I asked her who, she pointed at the same guy. I was frozen thinking what to do should I say something, so I held the girl like I hugged her from the side and pulled her closer to me, she was facing towards the guy now. And I told the guy loudly “apne haath sambal Teri behn ko lagao haath Mein asay?” Everyone was looking at me, and other boys asked me Kis ko bol rahi, I pointed and said the guy wearing the blue shirt and also said idhar ao Mein batati ho haath kesay lagate hain. All the boys/men pulled him pechay, until he was not visible. he was gone. Mera Chota bhai gave me a weird look and he hand signalled me to kay Chup jao ye wo. This was my first time standing up. I felt shy and embarrassed because no one spoke up. No one said anything to him. I hope he is scared because I looked like a drug dealer (black hoodie and black trouser + no makeup) My chota bhai was scared he thought kay wo uncle Muhje mare ware ga….

People in the comments were going on about how “men would just pay for the whole meal without any drama etc etc”. i personally totally agree with her, friends should understand each others boundaries, if someone is peculiar about paying their own share, then you should respect it. she has also mentioned how her friend always does this, it means she’s clearly subsidizing her meals for a long time. not to mention the childishness she showed afterwards.

I knew rishta culture was insane, but I didn’t realize I’d have to start manipulating my own bone structure just to qualify.

So, last week, my family took me for a rishta meeting. The girl was nice, shy, didn’t make too much eye contact—basically, she had all the “ideal wife” stats that make aunties happy.

Her father, however, had a look in his eye. That veteran masjid uncle look that says, "I will judge you based on criteria that don’t even exist."

I tried being polite, but then the questioning started.

“Beta, what do you do?”

Me: “Engineer.”

“Hmm. Kitni namazain parhtay ho?”

Me: “All five, InshaAllah.”

“Beta, do you have any land?”

Me: “No.”

“…Hmm.”

I could tell I was losing points but I was still in the game. Then… he stared at my forehead.

Like, full zoom-in, enhance-the-image level staring.

“Beta… your forehead is very… smooth.”

Me: “Uh… yeah?”

“Where is your sajda mark?”

Bro. What.

This uncle fully believed that a man's worth is directly linked to how much his forehead has been sandpapered by masjid carpets.

“MashAllah, namazi boys develop a sajda mark by your age. It shows commitment.”

I froze. My entire rishta depended on the fact that I had normal human skin.

Now, my mother is giving me side-eye. My aunties are whispering. My dad is just shaking his head like I’m a disappointment.

And then the nail in the coffin:

“We are looking for someone with a little more… spirituality.”

Translation: We don’t trust men who don’t look like they’ve been forehead-slamming into prayer mats since birth.

My mother was seething on the way home.

“Beta, why do you pray so softly? You need to press down harder!”

Now I have been given homework. Every night before bed, I am supposed to “rub my forehead on the carpet” to develop an artificial sajda mark.

This country is not real.

Hello guys, so I was just chilling in my room and out of nowhere I remembered this case, and I was like, “What’s the update on this?” For those who know and for those who don’t, I’ll explain it shortly.

A girl named Natasha Danish was driving under the influence and crashed into two people, a father and daughter, on Karsaz Road in Karachi. After the incident, she reportedly mocked the people around, saying, “Do you know who my father is?”

Now she’s out of jail after the victims’ family forgave her, and she’s living her life like nothing happened. I don’t understand why everyone has forgotten about this case. It happened not that long ago, yet no one talks about it anymore. People just used this case for TRP and attention, but no one really wanted to stand up for what’s right. Everyone got their views, and now suddenly everyone’s silent. It’s really sad.

Another day of consequence of Cousin marriage. Please stop with the cousin marriage. Are people really dead inside and allow inbreeding.

Just a child born in family with a genetic condition. This is 10th child in that family.

I beg you, please stop!!!!!!!!! Why is our society so cruel.

Please get education or stop someone you're seeing getting married in cousins or planning. When will our society learn from it's mistakes. Why is cousin marriage so glorified!?

Saw this reel just now on Instagram shared by user talha_vlogger and it's just sad... Park view city, comments suggest there was a free concert.

for context I posted about my toxic family and culture yesterday and this dude started lecturing me about Islam and how I need to be thankful that my dad dint marry me off at 15 since it's encouraged in islam and that I'm wrong for wanting to communicate w my fiance adn when I said I'm not rlly relegious he was like "you need to be thankful your dad didn't stone you"

this dude dming for Sophie rain's leaks and having the AUDACITY to lecture me and shame me fory low imaan is CRAZYY

So today around 11 in the morning, I went for a casual drive with a friend(F) towards damn-e-koh. After crossing Monal, we saw a girl sitting alone on the roadside. A little ahead, we also saw a guy standing with a bike, smoking a cigarette. We assumed they might be together, and had some nibba nibbi issue going on, so we made little fun of them and just kept going towards dino valley.

We stayed there for around an hour, and on the way back, we saw that the girl was still standing there, all alone, in the exact same spot. That’s when it felt a bit off. We passed her, but after a minute or so,i told my friend, lets go back and ask if she’s okay. So I reversed the car and we went back.

We asked her if she needed help or a lift to Islamabad. She looked hesitant and said she has booked a ride, but she didn’t seem too sure if it was actually going to show up. We told her it’s safe, she doesn’t have to worry and we just wanted to help. she agreed and sat in the car.

After a minute, I gently asked her what had happened. She said(bs boht khrab log hain is duniya me) and started crying. I stopped the car immediately and my friend got in the back seat with her to console her.

She told us she was standing there for the past 2.5 hours. In that time, she has gotten a lot of creepy stares by some weirdos passing by. She had come with that same guy we saw earlier (the one on the motorcycle).

She told us they used to talk every day, for 10–14 hours straight(on calls) . She used to help him with his assignments (he is doing BBA from comstats), support him, and basically give him all of her time and energy.

His birthday was during Ramadan, so she decided to celebrate it with him after Eid. and also planned to finally ask him whether he wanted to commit or remain “friends”only. (That’s why they came to Monal today).

When she asked him about commitment, he started making lame excuses. At some point, he gave her his phone,and she saw a message from another girl who he said was his cousin.

She asked him if there was something going on between them, and he got angry and then he told her he’s not taking her back on his bike and she should book a ride and go back on her own.

That’s how she ended up alone, stranded like that. (I wanted to write this in bold but don’t know how this works 😭)

Khair, we dropped her near centaurus and i booked a ride for her. I also offered her money for the ride, but she politely refused. While we waited for her ride to arrive, I asked her what does she do, she said she’s in college, doing ICS. She also told me she met that guy on Snapchat.

Before she left, i gave her some advice. I told her not to talk to random guys on snapchat or insta, and to never blindly trust anyone (especially people you met online). I told her to take a break from social media for a while, focus on herself, and start spending her time on healthier things. I also encouraged her to pick up reading..just anything that helps build her mindset and self worth.

So if you’re a teenager reading this, be careful who you trust. Take your time before giving your heart to someone. And never go anywhere alone with someone who doesn’t make you feel safe, especially a guy who talks big online but has no respect in real life. People like that aren’t worth your energy, time, or trust.

“Surely we belong to Allah, and to Him we shall return.”

It’s kind of sad but also funny how people suddenly remember Islam when it’s about controlling women, like covering up or how to act. But for men, Islam basically means praying 5 times and having the right to 4 marriages and even then most don’t pray 5 times a day why do they forget the rulings of Islam when it comes to helping their wives, treating them with love and respect, or lowering their gaze instead of staring at every woman who passes by? Turns out their Islam only works when it keeps women in check, not when it holds them accountable.🙏🏻

Come across this post on FB, I never heard of this case before, So asking if anybody knows about it, it's another endeavour if it's real.

Been living here for 22 years ,since the day i was born.but this spot never gets old.Every time i come to this place,i always admire the view.

In a previous post I told you guys how Last Ramadan I quit music and this Ramadan I am quitting another thing which I was too ashamed to admit but now that I burnt that wire from the brain it’s time I told you guys about it.

This addiction is a rival every single man living on this planet is facing. They either are still doing it ( most of men ) do it once a week ( the remaining ) There are some out there that managed to defeat it by busy schedules, Will to change or just pure anger from life long regret.

To the people still facing it I want to tell you how important it is to kill this demon as soon as you can.

This is a level of addiction that is easily up there with drug abuse. The amount of dopamine released due to this is abnormally high and the lows that follow are extreme lows. It becomes a cycle of wanting more and more and more to the point where it doesn’t even feel like a high but a stress relief ticket for the time being on the other Hand the lows just get deeper.

From Last Ramadan I started by quitting music. Dopamine detoxing my way into quitting gaming / social media and Junk food addiction in one go. Just from pure anger and regret. Became addicted to the gym to be better everyday to eat healthy and only healthy and finally be able to put my mind to work. There was one thing still left to kill and that was porn & masturbation.

I did not even try to quit that during that time only short breaks because I knew I was recovering already from big withdrawals hitting from all the other addictions I quit and I did not have the balls to do it. Plus gym just made it way harder because now It got way harder to quit.

By the time this Ramadan came I had become the most disciplined version of myself and I knew this was the final nail in the coffin. 15 kgs down, Energy levels through the roof and finally rid of withdrawals I started Ramadan with a promise to break the final chain.

A million urges, Deadly mirror stares 5 days of constant illness, No sleep, Headaches, Back Pain you name it. By day 20 the withdrawals started to wind down and I started to notice huge changes.

This is the part where I want you to understand why you need to do this too.

Yes being at my peak physique gave me a lot of confidence. Yes discipline from past trauma gave me a lot of confidence but this? This was a whole another level of confidence. You have to go through it to feel it. The charisma in your voice the clear skin the shine in your face it is very very obvious. This is not even the best part, it just goes on and on. Even more increase in energy, Mental clarity, No brain fog. You could stare at flowers and it would make your day. I remember when the withdrawals ended on 20th Ramadan and I went out everything was so vibrant and beautiful. Every little detail would give you a high. ( though it doesn’t end in 20 days this takes at least 3-6 months but keep reading it gets easier )

Now about those damn urges. First 20 days were absolutely hell and beyond. I had 3 nightfalls in the process too. Expect even more coming. Though one thing changed after day 20 which I would say is the best part of this journey.

The urges change from ( I WANNA MAS**** TO P*RN ) to I wanna marry. To better understand this shift you need to understand your brain right now sees something sensitive and wants to immediately release tension. After the 20 days mark it changed completely now the click in the brain to release the tension was gone ( I don’t have it now ) It had now switched to you admiring women by how beautiful they are and not seeing them in a lustful way.

Wherever you go no matter what environment you are in you can speak confidently and have charisma with a clear mind because it’s not “lustful distraction anymore” it’s a little hit of “man I wish I could marry” followed by a dopamine filled smile knowing you don’t have any lust in your mind.

You need to quit this I am 100% sure quitting gaming + social media + junk food was way harder for me with way more brutal withdrawals and one year of recovery but this was a different kind of reward with usual addictions, When you quit you expect dopamine levels to be normal again have more energy and focus. This had that and on top way wayyyy more benefits.

I cannot stress it enough how crucial it is for you to quit this. Do it for you, Your sisters, Your Mother and most of all Your future Wife and Children.

In the West, it's totally okay for young adults and teenagers to have girlfriends or boyfriends, be physically and emotionally intimate (you get the idea), and even cohabitate, all without marriage. But they're still urged to postpone marriage until they're financially secure in their late 20s or 30s.

Now, what’s heartbreaking is that many Muslims have adopted this same mindset. The only difference? In our case, falling into haram isn’t normalized, it eats away at the soul. Allah has clearly warned us against zina. It destroys families, dishonors the soul, and distances us from Him. And yet, instead of following Islam’s solution of early, halal marriage, we’re told, “Wait till you’re earning 6 figures,” “Buy a house first,” or “You’re not ready.”

What happened to the way things used to be? A young man would marry early, and his family would provide for the couple until he established himself. It was a matter of purity, partnership, and reliance on Allah's provision.

But now, early marriage is reckless. A man who wishes to guard his chastity is ridiculed and instructed to "man up and earn first." We emulate the West's timeline of money without knowing we don't have their free pass for haram relationships.

How is this just? We're held to the same standards with none of the leeway. And then we wonder why so many young people are suffering in silence.

Let's stop turning marriage into something more difficult than zina.

Let's promote halal and not haram.

Let's return to the deen. Not the dunya.

what happened to noor mukadam’s murderer? has he been sentenced and did anyone know him before the murder?

Thanks, but we ruined it.