http://www.paklinks.com/gs/ Share your wisdom, views, frustrations, experiences and hopes regarding all kinds of Relationships. Contribute your feelings about life and the intricacies or simplicities that go with it. en Sat, 21 Nov 2009 01:38:08 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.paklinks.com/gs/images/misc/rss.jpg http://www.paklinks.com/gs/ http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/373302-downs-syndrome.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 22:59:21 GMT Would you abort a child with Down's syndrome? Lets say your kid has down's syndrome! Would you be ashamed? ]]> Life and Relationships Lady Melancholy http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/373302-downs-syndrome.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/373247-slapped.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:55:08 GMT i was on da bus the oth day innit n i got slapped by 2 gals yo one of dem got offended cuz she didnt anna b ma fraaand innit the other slapped iz coz she thort i is a bad boy innit i am a ganstaa stay away yo yoyo i was on da bus the oth day innit n i got slapped by 2 gals yo

one of dem got offended cuz she didnt anna b ma fraaand innit
the other slapped iz coz she thort i is a bad boy innit

i am a ganstaa
stay away yo yoyo ]]> Life and Relationships chachu ke chapal http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/373247-slapped.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/373244-regrets-life.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:36:48 GMT *what should be done if u have done some mistakes in the past life and u have some sort of regrets???? ...how to get over with the regrets in life as they create depression...share ur stories and how u got over with it ...* what should be done if u have done some mistakes in the past life and u have some sort of regrets???? ...how to get over with the regrets in life as they create depression...share ur stories and how u got over with it ... ]]> Life and Relationships neha55511 http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/373244-regrets-life.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/373232-continued-yo.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:24:43 GMT so if i divorce ma freshie wife yeah n marry ma ex you fink she'll say yeah??? cud u help wiv sum ideas on how to trap ma ex innit lyk what 2 say to her ]]> Life and Relationships chachu ke chapal http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/373232-continued-yo.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/373149-does-minor-age-difference-matter.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 17:19:37 GMT ...i'm talking something like 1 year between a man and a woman... and the woman is older.

Does it really matter?! ]]> Life and Relationships maroush http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/373149-does-minor-age-difference-matter.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/373040-does-height-matter.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 11:21:50 GMT one of my friends is getting married to a guy who is 2 inches smaller than her in height....she is very sad at this thing...do u guys think the height matters??..comments plzzzzzzzz?? one of my friends is getting married to a guy who is 2 inches smaller than her in height....she is very sad at this thing...do u guys think the height matters??..comments plzzzzzzzz?? ]]> Life and Relationships pink candle http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/373040-does-height-matter.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372959-age-difference.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 04:00:17 GMT hello! its beeen sooo lonnng since been on here! anyway i just wanted peoples opinions? is a 7 year age difference in a potential partner too much? I havnt met the guy yet but im put off already :S hello!

its beeen sooo lonnng since been on here!

anyway i just wanted peoples opinions? is a 7 year age difference in a potential partner too much?

I havnt met the guy yet but im put off already :S ]]> Life and Relationships alvena http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372959-age-difference.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372859-till-email-do-us-part.html Thu, 19 Nov 2009 21:40:24 GMT Sharing Online Accounts with your Spouse !

If U can have shared bank accounts then why not shared email accounts , Right ?


I recently read an article about the use of shared passwords and email/facebook accounts among married couples.

So is the goal " policing each other every minute,” or do the couples use shared accounts to avoid keeping secrets—-and temptation. :chai:

I've come across a couple who do share their accounts passwords etc. but at the same time one spouse at one point asked about how to delete "history" since their significant other had access to the account.

This raises the question that even if they do share the accounts they are still wary of being "policed" at the back of their mind :hehe:


Would you share ur password/accounts with each other and why or why not ? :hmmm: ]]> Life and Relationships sheyn http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372859-till-email-do-us-part.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372818-praying-spouse-when-they-leaving-home.html Thu, 19 Nov 2009 20:01:34 GMT i have seen many ladies pray for their husbands when they are leaving, especially for work. i never see any husband doing the same for their wives.

so wives are more worried about their husbands "salamti", and husbands are not? ]]> Life and Relationships zobia http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372818-praying-spouse-when-they-leaving-home.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372610-sincere-advice-please.html Thu, 19 Nov 2009 04:30:55 GMT Hello all, I know this is a very long post, for those who are willing to read, I would really appreciate your sincere advice. Some of you may think that there is too much information here, but I want to give you whole picture, and partly I think I need to let off some steam. I had an... Hello all, I know this is a very long post, for those who are willing to read, I would really appreciate your sincere advice. Some of you may think that there is too much information here, but I want to give you whole picture, and partly I think I need to let off some steam.


I had an arranged marriage last year, we were introduced by family. He is from Pakistan, and I am from the UK. I started speaking to him on the phone, initial 10 minute conversations became hours within a matter of days. You could say I was hugely infatuated by him. He proposed, I accepted. We did not have an engagement ceremony, but my father and sister went to meet the family and set the wedding date. The wedding was set for 6 months later. At this point we had not met, we met a month later. All was well.


I was caught up with the wedding, very happy and in hindsight I feel today that it was more the idea of having my ‘perfect’ wedding that was I was most happy about. During the six months before the wedding I was very happy; we really got on, I had a lot of respect and love for him. He worked full-time, He said he was also doing ACCA, whilst nearing the end of his MBa. We decided that I will live in Pakistan for a bit, and once he has completed his ACCA he would work for my dad’s friends accountancy firm here in England.


I also got to know his family and had a nice relationship with them, his mother had passed away and his dad lived with his elder brother and wife in their own family home, and due to his work he lived alone in a rented flat. Sisters were nice. He said he like living on his own, but since he has a car he often drives to his sisters for dinner etc.


However during these months a few revelations came to surface, About 2 months after the engagement he told me that his father had a second wife, 3 children. His father does not live with his brother, but with his second wife and children. This marriage was after an affair, which only came to surface after his own mother’s death. Due to this he doesn’t see his dad, and only asked him to be present when the date was fixed to portray a ‘happy family’ image to my father. I was angry at him for not telling me before, but eventually forgave him and made him tell my parents who were disappointed that he lied. He also said he is paying for the wedding himself, so asked if he could sell his car. I didn’t mind.


The wedding was to be held in Punjab, they were coming from sindh. For a lot of them it was the first time they were visiting Islamabad so they wanted to make a holiday out of it. My parents had earlier decided against my wishes to provide accommodation for them for the duration of their stay. I felt it was unnecessary and my husband’s family to sort out their own accommodation especially since they were coming a few days before the wedding. Anyhow I still booked the accommodation, and compromised on instead of booking them a 5star hotel, I booked a 3star guest house.


Two days before the wedding, in fact on the morning of my mayun, he called me with a lot abuse. Calling me all the names under the sun, because he was not happy with the accommodation I provided his family with for duration of the wedding. I was in the presence of a lot of guests, so was unable to say anything, I told him to speak to my mum, and switched of my phone. I won’t even try and explain how I felt. Instead of calling my mum, he called my uncle, told them. The uncles called my mum. In short there was a lot of drama and tears. My mum arranged to meet with them and said she would call off the wedding. Eventually all was sorted, he apologised. We got married. I was angry as I felt he had tainted my wedding. But still wanted to marry him, I couldn’t call it off 2 days before, today I wish I had done.


As soon as we’d got married, I knew I’d made a mistake. I lived in with him in Karachi. He was just so different, so angry all the time. He was all ways in a bad mood. However the moment family or friends would be around, he would change. He was also very proud. I was made to feel like his beautiful British trophy wife, all he ever did was show me off to his friends, family and neighbours. He didn’t like me wearing Pakistani clothes, unless they were either sleeveless, had very low backs or if I wore them with capris – short trousers. He preferred me wearing my western clothes. In fact I started dressing more liberally after I got married.


Everything went downhill after 3 weeks of being married. We had a family dinner to go to and I needed to get my eyebrows done, so asked him to take me to the salon. There were two salons where we were living; one was about a 5min walk, the other about a 15min work. I had been to the further before so wanted to go there. He said I could walk there alone, as he was busy studying. But suggested I should go to the salon which is 5 mins away. I told him, that I would try looking for it, but if I couldn’t find it I would go to the salon I had previously visited. He agreed and asked me to call him as soon as I entered the salon, not to use my phone on the street in case I got mugged. I was in my jeans. I couldn’t find the first salon, men had started staring at me so I decided to go to the second salon.


The moment I entered the salon my phone rang, with him dishing abuse as to why I hadn’t called. I was in shock, but explained I had just got there. After I had finished, I called him asking if he wanted to pick me up, he said his friend was over and that I should walk home. As I was walking home, 2 guys started following me on their bikes, I was a little scared, but I saw my husband’s friend on his bike who had come to pick me up. I was glad. The guys followed us on their bikes, and they followed us home. Checked where I lived and left. I got home and told my husband, but I was almost naive in thinking that he would be happy that he had sent his friend. Instead when he saw the guys who had followed me home, he started pushing me, swearing at me – in front of his friend. His friend told him to calm down and left. I was asking him to calm down, but he just kept pushing and intimidating me. I left the room and went to our bedroom. He followed me with a piece of paper and pen. He told me to write on the paper that I want a divorce, and then he would divorce me. (paper pe likho ke tumein thaalak chaiye, aur main abhi issi waqt tumhein talaaq dehta hoon) I was shocked and very angry. I didn’t shout but merely said that if that was his idea of a divorce then as far I was concerned, the divorce was done, (phir meri tharaaf se yeh thaalaq hogaya). He then slapped me very hard. I was gobsmacked. I started crying, he started crying – he went mad, he was literally sobbing, he then took a knife from the kitchen. I froze thinking he was going to stab me. But he tried slitting his wrist, I stopped him. He left the room. I didn’t know what to say or do, I didn’t even have it in me to talk to him about what he’d just done. I just waited in my room until his family came. When his sisters came to pick me up, they made me to dress up for the dinner. He got ready too. We didn’t speak, however he told his sisters everything that happened. I was even more angry that he had told them. At night he slept in the guest room on his own accord, I didn’t question him.


The morning after his brother came to see us, and sort out what happened. It was decided by my brother in law that he was at fault, my husband apologised to me, however he seemed to find the whole episode funny. I was angry that his family were involved. I am a very private person; I was not in the habit of involving family into personal issues. He promised never to hit me again. I forgave him, but couldn’t forget. Over the next few days he told me that his anger issues were due to his past. He had a brother which he had told me previously head died in bike accident. He revealed that in fact this brother had committed suicide, he hanged himself due to a broken a heart. It was my husband who was the one who found his dead brother hanging from the ceiling fan. I was very upset and became more lenient in taking his abuse. I always put it down to his troubled past.


My parents had given money, which he made me buy a car with. The car came, I asked him to drive. He told me he didn’t know how to drive. I was confused; he had told me he had a car, later he asked my opinion on selling the car and now he tells me that he can’t drive. He admitted that he had never owned a car, and had lied to impress me. I was furious, as the lies prevailed I lost more and more respect for him, loved him less and less.

He hit me a few more times. This is all within the first three months of the wedding. I started hating him.

He wouldn’t let me have sugar or potatoes in case I put on weight, If I ever did have chips, he would abuse me, humiliate me in front of his family. Once I drank 2 cups of tea with sugar in front of him and his brother. He got angry and said in front of my brother law.. look at the fat on your stomach, you make me sick, put the tea down. (i’m a UK size 8-10) I got angry, his brother told him off. He literally kicked me out the house, I threw my wedding ring off. My brother in law took me to his home, this was about 2am. An hour later he was sorry, and came to spend the night with me at his brothers.


A lot of other stuff happened, but I guess you get the picture. Every time he would hit me, I would cry, he’d cry and then apologise, I’d forgive him. I had no choice, my family were in the UK, I had no friends or family in the city I was living. I was too proud to tell anyone so I suffered in silence. My mum would speak to me on the phone, asking if i was ok, and like a broken record she always asked me too look after my husband and respect him. Which I found strange since as far as I was concerned she didn’t know our problems. She evently asked me to come back to the UK to visit her so I came home. As soon as I got home, she told me that she asked me to come so she could talk sense in to me. She was angry as to why I was a ‘bad’ wife. My husband behind my back had been calling my mum every time we had an issue, lying, blaming me. Omitting the truth. But asked her not to tell me. I was so angry, but still kept my calm and didn’t tell her exactly what he had been doing. As much as I wanted to
I couldn’t tell my mum.


When I was in England, I stopped calling him. I was glad to be home, I didn’t need to take his abuse. He missed the attention I gave him. When he realised I was happier without him, he called asking me to come online as he had something to show me. On web cam he showed me his arm that he had cut about 10-15 times. I just watched and lost my calm. I swore and swore and swore. He just listened, and was acting funny. He then told me had taken an overdose. I was now very scared, so I called his sister told her. She went to the ‘rescue’. I told him that she was on her way. He went mad! He told me he was hanging himself like his brother did. He is alone, nobody loves me. I was very scared persuading him not to kill himself. My sister law arrived at that time, who talked sense into him. I hated him for what he did to me, how much he scared me. He explained later that he was very sorry, that he loved me, can’t bare it when I don’t give him attention.


I’d had had enough, I was waiting for him to come to England, so I could tell my mum everything in front of him. I eventually got the chance, said everything I needed to. My mum was angry at how he had lied, painted me to be the one in the wrong. When all along it was him. He started crying in front of her, had nothing to say and just left the room. He was sad that I had humiliated him in front of my mum, and angry that my mum had told me everything. He went back to Pakistan after two days.
So now there was another thing I was angry at, the fact that he went behind my back and told my mum lies. I couldn’t trust him, I didn’t love him, I didn’t respect him.


I told him I didn’t love him, but for me divorce wasn’t an option. I told him I wanted him to die, so I could be free of him. He begged me to come back to Pakistan, telling me he’d changed and wanted to make amends. Eventually after three months I got to stage where I could tolerate him and give him a chance. So I went back to Pakistan summer this year.
First few days were fine, but eventually his taunts started. Now I gave as good as I got. I becoming as cutting as him. A week in though, one night it was exceptionally hot with no electricity, so he asked if i want to sleep on the roof. I agreed because the bedroom was unbearable. I was falling asleep on the roof, when he changed his mind and wanted me to sleep in the bedroom. I refused saying Im hot and he his more than welcome to go on his own. He dragged me, I resisted. He hit me. He went mad, he slapped me, he scratched me. I had enough so i slapped him bag. I hit him couple of times, I went crazy i think. I was screaming and shouting. He was in shock and did nothing, let me slap him. he calmed me down, apologised and made me go to the bedroom. I followed and don’t remember how I fell asleep. The morning after he awoke as if nothing has happened. He was smiling, trying to kiss me. I told him to get away from me and just let me be. He was saying sorry and wanted to forget about the drama as we always did. I made it clear that this time I need space and for him to leave me alone. He couldn’t tolerate me brushing him off, so started shouting at me again. I had developed severe depression over the last few months, every time he would shout at me my limbs would start shaking, with me being unable to stop. As that happened I lay down, I was shaking and crying. He called his sister to be with me since he had to go to uni. I begged him not to call her, he said he wouldn’t tell her anything but just wanted her to look after me. She came over immediately, and my husband had a few scratches from the night before, when I had slapped him. He began showing her, told her everything. Again I was betrayed and humiliated. My sister in law has been a good friend too me, she knows her brother well and always ends up telling him off, making him see his wrongs. Anyhow he left and my sister nursed me as I developed a fever. She cooked, and had invited my brother in law and his wife for dinner. I think she wanted my brother in law to come so he could speak to us.
After a few hours I awoke, feeling ill and unable to eat. I was also very angry. My brother in law asked to talk in private, and asked why I was upset. So I told him everything. Why I didn’t love him, all the lies, the betrayals, about him hitting me. I told him I him back too this time and had lost all respect, but I can’t get a divorce due to ‘family honour’. As we were talking by husband was eavesdropping, he walked in and started laughing at me. I got angry, we got into an argument. He swore at my family – typical eh?!. That was the first time he had done that, so I told him not to repeat it. He did, I threw a glass at him. He again went crazy, leapt at me, broke all the mirrors in the room, broke all my perfumes, was throwing things at me. Grabbed a chair and threw at me. My brother in law all this time was trying to hold him back, but he kept coming for me. He called everything one can think of, from a prostitute to a *****. My brother in law eventually ended up beating him to control him. The he uttered the famous line...”maine tumhe thlaak dehta hoon’ once, my brother tried to stopped him, he started saying it again but my brother in law hit him very hard and covered his mouth. I was in shock..I didn’t want a divorce.


So I walked up to him and begged him not to say anymore. He called me a whore, At that time I decided that I couldn’t live In Pakistan any longer, so I decided to do another degree. That very night in June, while he was in the room with his brother, I filled out the university Application form and submitted it online. It was my excuse to come back to England for a September start.
A couple of hours later he came to the bedroom, and lay on the floor. I went up to him and asked if he meant everything he said. He brushed me off, but I persisted and again started crying. He started crying, gave me a hug, apologised. We went to sleep. Throughout the night I was vomiting – serious case of food poisoning. In the morning I don’t remember much, apart from the fact that was rushed to the hospital. I was in a very bad state, I think everything had just taken a toll on my health. In the hospital room my husband begged for my forgiveness, he was in a real state. I forgave him, and obviously felt as if though I had provoked him my hitting him with a glass.


My sister is a gynaecologist; I was admitted at her hospital. She was very good with me, and asked if she could run some tests anaemia tests as I looked really pale. I agreed. I had the blood tests done, but when the results came it wasn’t anaemia she tested for, it was my fsh, lh levels – fertility tests. I was betrayed and upset and furious but these feelings were over shadowed by the fact that the results suggested I was infertile. I expected my husband to ask his sister why she ran tests without my permission. But he didn’t. I was obviously upset that I was thought to be infertile, but my husband was very supportive, told me it didn’t matter and for him it wasn’t an issue. I was eventually retested, and everything was fine. The raised levels of hormones were put down to stress. To date I have never been able to confront my sister in law, nor has my husband. Something I am bitter about.


After that I taught myself to love him again, I started caring about him. Still didn’t trust him, but things were getting back to normal. He changed a lot, became affectionate, and showed me respect and love, so I was happy. Apart from occasion when he lost his temper and nearly strangled me. I could not speak for three days after. But as always when he saw how much pain he put me in, broke down and begged for forgiveness again. Since then he hasn’t raised his hand. As I said I think I had dealt with everything he had done, and was ready to give him a chance. We were happy again.


My application to uni was accepted, so i left Pakistan on a happy note and came back to study. Now it has been 2 months since I have been living on my own at uni. My husband’s back to the same old self. If he has a bad day, he will call me and take it out me. If I miss his calls, he will shout and swear. He rings my mum and tells her that I ignore him, I don’t love him. I am a bad wife.
Something that I need to add is, another revelation was that he was only enrolled on the ACCA course, but had not taken any papers. He blames me for this saying I have disturbed his education. He wants to come to England and live with me here whilst still taking the ACCA qualification. I refused, I want him to finish it and then come. I wouldn’t be able to deal with my husband working in a superstore or take away whilst completing a qualification he was nearly finished.


I have had enough, I thought he had changed, but I have realised that he never will. I don’t love him, I want a divorce. I’m 25, but I feel like I have aged so much in these last 11 months. Its not even a year yet, and so much has happened. But my parents won’t let me get a divorce, I have tried explaining to them, but they don’t listen. They see the good in him, and I just see the bad. There is good in him, when he wants to be he is perfect, but has issues that get in between. I feel really bad, but I feel as if my only way out was if he was to die, how bad does that make me sound? I hate myself for thinking like that but I cannot help myself. I stopped talking to him for about 2 weeks after he started abusing me on the phone again. I made it clear to him I wanted a divorce now, and he realised I was serious. He again said that he was sorry, and that he would change and prove it to me. But he didn’t want me to divorce him. Last he has realised that I don’t love him and want a divorce, and he offered to give me the divorce, but also said he just wanted a little more time to show me that he has changed.


So I gave him that last chance, for a week he has been good again, he talks about why he becomes like he does. It all comes down to attention and not being able to control his temper.


But today he has changed, no more is he sorry. He failed the first ACCA paper twice, and now has given up. He has good well paid job in Pakistan, and says that he is not leaving Pakistan. He wants me to leave university and go live with him in Pakistan. He says that if in the future he wants to come to the UK the will, but on his terms. I told him that I am not leaving university, and nor is he going to come here without ACCA qualification. He said he will divorce me if I don’t change my mind. I didn’t say anything else, and switched off the phone. He has now called my mum, he hadn’t told her he wants me to quit uni, but he tells her a different story. He is unhappy with me because I don’t show him love, affection and respect. He told her that he will come on the 25th of this month and talk to my parents in front of me. I told my mum what he is demanding, that I leave uni, she talked sense into him. He told her I can stay in the UK, but as long as I show him love and attention. Love and attention that I don’t have. On the 25th he will talk to my dad, portray me in the worst light possible, my dad will listen and tell him where he is wrong. He will apologise to my dad and eventually I know my dad will make me stay with him. Divorce isn’t an option. My father went through a lot from his family when I got married, half of his family including his parents don’t speak to him as they were not happy about the fact I married out of the family.


I really don’t know what to do? I am constantly depressed, I hate my life. I love my dad to bits and can’t bear him being humiliated and upset. But I can’t spend the rest of my life with this man. He has proved that he will never change. Will I be stupid to just stay with him and hope that he changes? Can I teach myself to love him again? When he is fine with me then I tend to let go of things and eventually become normal with him. But then he will do something which brings everything back to the forefront. The one thing that gets to me most is how at every given opportunity he involves someone else into this mess, not caring how they will feel.


My husband isn’t there for me emotionally, I find him physically repulsive now, he doesn’t support me financially either. There is not much for me to lose if we got divorced.


Again I apologise for such a long post, but if anyone has any advice It would me an immense help. Thank you. ]]> Life and Relationships Aara http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372610-sincere-advice-please.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372532-tantrums.html Wed, 18 Nov 2009 23:42:48 GMT I've been seeing some couples and how they interact - some I've seen where one throws antantrum and the other babies them. It is a pattern. The person throwing the tantrum will act like a baby and the other spouse obliges by wiping their arse. Just now on mass transit there is this old man who has a condescending tone with his wife and she keeps her smile and just talks to him in a comforting way.

I don't know. To what degree is this acceptable and at what point does it become batameezi? ]]> Life and Relationships PyariCgudia http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372532-tantrums.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372273-how-about-some-positivity-change.html Wed, 18 Nov 2009 11:48:26 GMT A lot of threads on here are rather depressing. Some people have big problems. Others make a big issue out of small problems. There is a big world out there and quite often we can all be guilty of making a big thing out of our small problems. Looking at the world as a whole, there are many... A lot of threads on here are rather depressing. Some people have big problems. Others make a big issue out of small problems.

There is a big world out there and quite often we can all be guilty of making a big thing out of our small problems. Looking at the world as a whole, there are many people who have problems that ours cannot contend with.

So, based on that thought, let's think about the positive things we have/do in our lives.

I'll start... :)


I am grateful that I have a mum who cares more than anything (having a friend who lost her mum when she was little just emphasises how lucky I am).

I am grateful that I have my health.

I am grateful that Allah has given me a comfortable life, with relatively little to worry about.

I am lucky to have a man who loves me and would do anything for me.

I am lucky to have good relationships with my siblings.

I am lucky to have grown up with my maternal grandparents as a presence in my life, they are the greatest people I have ever known.

I am grateful that I don't have to worry about money, I don't have to worry about where my next meal is coming from, I don't have to fear for my safety.



It'd be nice to know what you have in your lives that you're grateful for. ]]> Life and Relationships AmorAmor http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372273-how-about-some-positivity-change.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372198-dissimilarity-among-pakistani-galz-carrying-different-nationality.html Wed, 18 Nov 2009 03:53:31 GMT is theres a difference between the upbringing of Pakistani Canadian girl Vs. Pakistani American Vs. PAkistani brits Vs. Pakistani Aussie? i have only been to states and i do find the environment bit different. and i strongly object pakistani who puts all the girls (carrying respective... is theres a difference between the upbringing of Pakistani Canadian girl Vs. Pakistani American Vs. PAkistani brits Vs. Pakistani Aussie?

i have only been to states and i do find the environment bit different. and i strongly object pakistani who puts all the girls (carrying respective nationalities) in a same Western boat.

do you guyz also noticed this dissimilarity?

ps. these difference are biased and experienced based, so they may be good or bad so kindly bear with watever each one of us share. ]]> Life and Relationships zobia http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372198-dissimilarity-among-pakistani-galz-carrying-different-nationality.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372120-question.html Tue, 17 Nov 2009 22:57:38 GMT okay so I have a question. The thing is that I married into an indian family (muslim) and I am a pakistani, so keeping that in mind just today I got an email from my mother in law, well, more like a forward email which is this article written by (pakistani author) Farrukh Saleem The Indian... okay so I have a question. The thing is that I married into an indian family (muslim) and I am a pakistani, so keeping that in mind just today I got an email from my mother in law, well, more like a forward email which is this article written by (pakistani author) Farrukh Saleem

The Indian chromosome By Dr Farrukh Saleem : Trueversy

.... Now I am just wondering why would she forward it to me? Obviously all it does is praises India and there are comparisons made between both the countries, whatsoever. I honestly don't have an issue with whatever there is in the article, but I didn't really like the fact that she forwarded it to me. I am just trying to comprehend the reason why would she do something like that? Am I over analyzing something trivial, or would you be a little offended as well?

Not that its a big deal, but I guess I probably wasn't expecting something like this. Oh, and I never get any forwarded emails from her, this is the first one. Would appreciate your views.

:) ]]> Life and Relationships sweetNsour http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372120-question.html http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372033-i-hate-my-husband.html Tue, 17 Nov 2009 18:30:37 GMT he, like, makes me cook. and clean the toilet. he made me sit through a 3 hour bollywood movie over 4 days span. he kept making faces while we moved and had the nerve to complain about sore muskelz. he even gave me permission to open this thread :ASA: he, like, makes me cook. and clean the toilet.

he made me sit through a 3 hour bollywood movie over 4 days span.

he kept making faces while we moved and had the nerve to complain about sore muskelz.

he even gave me permission to open this thread :ASA: ]]> Life and Relationships Sara516 http://www.paklinks.com/gs/life-relationships/372033-i-hate-my-husband.html