(… Continued From Part I )   Projection: According to Sigmund Freud,  projection is a psychological defense mechanism whereby one (abuser) “projects” one’s own undesirable thoughts, motivations, desires, and feelings onto someone else (victim). For example, an abuser may be cheating on his spouse but would always be suspicious of the spouse…[Read more]

    (… Continued From Part I )   Projection: According to Sigmund Freud, projection is a psychological defense mechanism whereby one (abuser) “projects” one’s own undesirable thoughts, motivations, desires, and feelings onto someone else (victim). For example, an abuser may be cheating on his spouse but would always be suspicious of the spouse for…[Read more]

  Have you ever come across someone who oftens gets into accidents? Sometimes small, sometimes big? Sometimes it’s a slip in the kitchen or sometimes a fall from the stairs? Bruises on the arm or a fractured wrist? Swelling on the face or cuts on legs? Have you ever seen a once-confident friend, neighbour or

Dont look at me Have you ever come across someone who oftens gets into accidents? Sometimes small, sometimes big? Sometimes it’s a slip in the kitchen or sometimes a fall from the stairs? Bruises on the arm or a fractured wrist? Swelling on the face or cuts on legs? Have you ever seen a once-confident friend, [...]

Dont look at me Have you ever come across someone who oftens gets into accidents? Sometimes small, sometimes big? Sometimes it’s a slip in the kitchen or sometimes a fall from the stairs? Bruises on the arm or a fractured wrist? Swelling on the face or cuts on legs? Have you ever seen a once-confident

It’s a bright, sunny day today. I see a beautiful white fairy who wants to give me candy. I want to eat it so much but my mom says no and she pushes the fairy away. I don’t like it and start crying. This is not fair. Its my candy. And my fairy. If only [...]

It’s a bright, sunny day today. I see a beautiful white fairy who wants to give me candy. I want to eat it so much but my mom says no and she pushes the fairy away. I don’t like it and start crying. This is not fair. Its my candy. And my fairy. If only

I love Pakistan. Its the country where i was born; where i grew up; where i spent so many years with my family; where i made friends with whom i shared my good and bad times; where i fell ill from missing my dad when he went to karachi for a week; where i was