The Yawar Chronicles.

"Dreaming is beautiful — but living inside the dream without moving is just noise in your head." There are moments when I catch myself wishing for things I don't have yet — a lifestyle, an achievement, a version of myself that exists somewhere in the future. And then something clicks. Why am I mentally living in a dimension I haven't reached? Why pretend to have what I don't, when all that does is pull me away from what's real and available right now? Gratitude isn't a cliché — it's a reset. When I turn back to what I actually have, and say Alhamdulillah sincerely, the noise quiets. The restlessness softens. I'm not saying forget your dreams. Dreams are fuel. But daydreaming without direction? That's not fuel — that's a leak. "The distance between where you are and where you want to be is called: the work." Progress doesn't happen in flashes. It builds — quietly, gradually, one honest day at a time. You shape yourself the same...

Sometimes I sit quietly and think about time. Not in a deep scientific way, but in a very simple way, like remembering how life used to feel when we were younger. Back when I was around twelve or fifteen years old, a day actually felt like a full day. We could feel the morning, the afternoon, the evening. Everything had its own space. We used to wait for Sunday the whole week so that school would be off. Waiting for that one day felt like waiting for something really special. Even the school days had their own excitement. We waited till 4 pm so that the school would end and we could finally go back home. That wait felt long, but in a good way. Back then a year felt like a long journey. We felt every month passing. We noticed the weeks, the days. Time moved slowly and we were part of it. Life had a rhythm. There was a routine. I remember waking up early in the morning and going to the darasgah for Quran teaching. It was cold during winter mornings, and I used to carry a kangri with me t...

Another year is quietly coming to an end, and a new one is standing just a few days away. There was a time when a year felt long, heavy, slow. Now it feels like it passes in a blink. After a certain age, time starts moving differently. Faster. Sharper. You don’t even realise when January turns into December again. I remember myself as a school kid, going to school every day, carrying that bag, looking at college-going students with curiosity and hope. Back then, I always thought life would become better when I grow up. When I become a college student, I’ll have freedom, fun, confidence. I saw college students laughing, roaming, living freely, and I believed that was the peak of life. Now I am that age. And yes, it is fun. But it is also serious. Life starts asking questions slowly, silently. With every year, responsibilities don’t knock loudly, they just appear. You start thinking about your future, your direction, your place in the world. Life begins to feel real. This year made me re...

There are days when I feel lost, days when I feel fine, and days when I don't understand myself at all. So I wrote this straight from the heart, without filters, without trying to make it perfect. Just me putting my feelings into words, the way they came. We talk about clarity like it's something you find one day — like it's sitting somewhere waiting for you to arrive. But what if it isn't? What if clarity is something that comes and goes, and most of the time, we're just living in the in-between? In the space between knowing and not knowing. In the space of maybe. Life is good whether I’m doing good or not, still, life is good. I can be sad, happy, angry, lazy, sleepy. I might be good at studies or maybe not, maybe I’m not studying hard enough, maybe I’m not doing enough for my future, maybe I don’t even know what I have to do. No direction, no clarity, no idea where to start. Maybe I’m a good person, maybe I’m becoming one, maybe I only say it but I’m not. Maybe I...

There are some connections in life that feel so natural that we start believing they are meant to stay forever. Some people enter our lives with so much warmth that it feels impossible to imagine a world without them. Some bonds feel complete even before they begin and still somehow remain incomplete in the end. This is one of those stories that no one talks about out loud, a story that hides between two hearts that meet beautifully but cannot stay together. We are so close but we cannot belong to each other. And even though these words look simple, the feeling behind them is something that not everyone understands. There are people who come into your life as if they were always there waiting, people who make your days softer, people whose presence feels like home. And yet for reasons we do not understand, the universe takes those same people and places them on a different path. There is a quiet ache in knowing that something so pure cannot stay. It is a strange sadness that does not s...

  Life can be tough in so many different ways. Sometimes it feels like everything is stuck in a loop, like no matter what you do, you keep coming back to the same point again and again. And in moments like this, I have started questioning myself in a very real way. Before starting anything, we never think about the outcome. We just begin. We don’t think about fear, consequences, acceptance, pressure, or the result. But then somewhere in the middle, after we’ve already started something, the mind suddenly wakes up and begins questioning everything. Why does this happen? Why don’t we think the same way before starting? Why do these questions show up only after our heart has become involved? We start asking ourselves — Is this right? Will this work? Am I really doing what I promised? Will I be able to handle everything? What if things go wrong? What if people don’t accept it? Where do all these thoughts hide before the beginning, and why do they appear loudly in the middle? It’s like ...

It’s been a while… and honestly, life feels stuck — like really, really stuck. College has started, classes have started, but I haven’t. I’m not going to college, not studying, not even pretending to study like I usually do 😅. Every semester, I tell myself “This time I’ll start early”, but here I am again — just scrolling through the syllabus and calling it a productive day. The 5th semester feels like the same old movie on repeat, maybe just worse this time. My mind feels heavy — I have so much to say, so much to write, but no words come out. It’s strange how sometimes you feel everything all at once but still can’t express a single thing. I’m just lying in my room all day, music playing in the background, thoughts louder than the lyrics, and I keep asking myself, “Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha yaar…” 🥲😭 It’s been a long time since I’ve done the little things that used to make me feel alive — like clicking pictures of nature , watching the clouds move , or just traveli...

A few days ago, something beautiful—and quietly heartbreaking—happened in our family. My sister got married. It was the first wedding in our home, the kind of event that fills every corner with excitement, laughter, lights, guests, and the smell of mehndi. And yet, behind all the celebration, there was a softness in the air that only a sibling can feel. Because when a sister gets married, it’s never just about her starting a new life. It’s about you watching a piece of your own life take a new shape. I still remember the morning of her wedding. The house was buzzing with relatives, the sound of tea cups clinking, the rush of last-minute preparations. She looked stunning—like she had stepped out of a prayer. Everyone was smiling, but inside I felt something I can’t really put into words. Pride, happiness, love, and a tiny ache that kept growing as the day went on. Then came the moment. When she stepped into the car with her groom, I cried. Not a few polite tears—real, unstop...

So, why does life never take the path I always want? It always seems to move in the opposite direction, as if me and my life are like two similar charges—never attracting, never walking the same road. I carry so much inside me, so many dreams, so many versions of the life I want to live. Yet, it feels like for a long, long time nothing has gone right. Not always—sometimes a few days shine bright, but soon enough I find myself back where I started, stuck at level 0, not even level 1. Maybe life is testing me, maybe it’s shaping me into someone wiser, stronger, more beautiful within. Or maybe it just wants me to learn how to carry weight before I can rise to the top. But I believe—one day, everything will shift in my favor. One day, I’ll stand at the top level of the life I’ve always wanted. And through it all, I’ll remain the person I truly am. You may wonder, who am I? I’m someone who refuses to give up, who stays positive even when things break me, who never rushes but und...

Travelling, especially by bus, has always been more than just a way of moving from one place to another for me; it’s like entering into a whole new small world that keeps changing every single day, every single ride, and sometimes I think that’s why I’ve developed this strange love for it, because whenever I sit in a bus on my way to college, to home, or to some other place, I don’t just sit there waiting for the destination, instead I dive into the little universe that unfolds around me, and the beauty is that no two rides are ever the same, each day the bus fills with different people, different moods, different faces, and that’s what keeps it fascinating for me. I notice things, that’s my thing, I don’t judge, I don’t poke into someone’s life, I just silently observe what they’re doing, how they’re carrying themselves, and sometimes I end up learning a lot just from that, and maybe that’s why I don’t prefer to wear earphones while riding, because while everyone is lost in their own ...

So, I’m in my 20s now… and honestly, life feels like a rollercoaster that forgot where the brakes are. I thought after 20, I would have it all figured out. Like seriously — I had these big, beautiful dreams. I wanted to own a camera, roam around the city, click everything I saw — trees, roads, flyovers, light poles, even old buildings with a story on their walls. I thought I’d be out there chasing sunsets and stories. But where am I now? Sitting in my room, with my laptop open for vibes and my phone glued to my hand like it pays my bills. 😄 We make such big plans, don’t we? “I’ll study.” “I’ll create.” “I’ll earn.” “I’ll be consistent.” And then boom — we take a nap that turns into half the day. And suddenly, it's already night and the guilt is knocking on our door. I have so many dreams in my head, but let’s be honest, dreams without expenses are just stories. I want to do a lot — create blogs, shoot videos, click pictures, learn new things… but the budge...

So here we are again. That time of the semester when every student magically transforms into a scholar, philosopher, and full-time note-maker — all in one week . Yes, my exams are just 6 days away. And no, I don’t have proper notes yet. Why? Because for some reason, I believed that future me would handle it all. Spoiler: he’s not handling it very well. Chapter 1: Notes? Haan haan... kal banayenge. Let’s be honest — all semester, I sat in class with the look of deep concentration. Like I'm decoding some genius-level science. In reality, I was either sleepy, daydreaming, or mentally writing my next blog. I’d look at slides and think, "I'll make the notes later. Pakka." That “later” finally knocks on my door when the exam timetable arrives like a horror movie jump scare. Chapter 2: The Pen Panic Begins The moment I hear "exam after 6 days," I suddenly remember every unit I ignored. I open my biochemistry book with shaky hands and whisper to my...

In a world spinning faster than ever — filled with deadlines, notifications, exams, and career ladders — it’s easy to believe that knowledge is everything. We’re told: “Be intelligent. Be successful. Get ahead.” And so we run. We gather degrees, we collect certifications, we memorize data — all in the hope that the world will clap for us. And sometimes, it does. But when the applause fades, and we’re left with just ourselves… What really remains? Not the marks. Not the medals. But the way we made people feel. Knowledge Can Open Doors, But Behavior Keeps Them Open A person’s intelligence may get them a seat at the table — but it’s their character that lets them stay there with dignity. You can be the most knowledgeable person in the room, but if you speak without kindness, act without empathy, and live without respect — your brilliance means nothing. We live in times where someone can speak ten languages, but still not know how to speak lovingly to their own mother...

  Before you read .... just pause. Look at each picture. Feel them. Let them speak to you- slowly, gently. And then, read the blog. Maybe, just maybe, you'll see the world a little differently. Sometimes, all you need to do is stop. Not because you're tired—though maybe you are. Not because you've reached the end—but because somewhere along the way, you forgot to look around. To really see . Lately, I’ve been using my phone not just to take pictures, but to hold time still for a moment—to pause life, if only briefly. Noticing has become my quiet rebellion against the speed of the world. When everything feels like it’s moving too fast, I stop… and I look. And then, I click. That old house? Most people walk by it like it’s just a leftover from yesterday. But to me, it whispers stories—about laughter once shared on those balconies, about winters survived, about memories pressed into every fading wall. That traffic light? It’s not just red-yellow-green anymore. It’s a mo...

For the past few days, my mind has been a storm of questions with no answers in sight. I’ve felt trapped under the weight of thoughts that spin endlessly: Why can’t I find clarity? Why does my heart ache so much? My eyes sting with unshed tears, but they never fall. I feel stuck—caught between a past that haunts me and a present I can’t seem to embrace. This morning, I dragged myself to college for an exam. Afterward, I found myself at the bus stop for nearly two hours, lost in thought. The world moved around me, students hurried past, buses came and went—but I remained frozen, wrestling with questions that wouldn’t let me go. When I finally got home, exhaustion won. I slept for a while, hoping rest would quiet my mind. When I woke up, I decided to do something simple: get a haircut. A Conversation at the Barber Shop Sitting in the barber’s chair, I braced myself for the usual small talk. But today’s chat turned unexpectedly uplifting. I asked him for a simple trim. He paused and...