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Mother Of All Tragedies: Horror Of All Horrors

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Unfortunately for me, I am the protagonist.

As luck would have it, I have had to face a considerable number of catastrophes in life. My spectacularly judicious and insightful father’s sensational decision-making transformed me from a school-topping student who had topped the school while participating in 5 different extracurriculars into a person who had zero interest in computer science and was always missing classes at FAST-NUCES. Getting warnings and reprimands from my otherwise stellar teachers at FAST Lahore became a usual affair in my life. From a school-topping kid, I became the last name on the list of graduates at FAST-NUCES, Lahore, all thanks to the sensationally insightful decision-making of my spectacularly talented father despite my repeated protestations that I do not want to study computer science. Had it not been for one phenomenal Rehan Ahmad — whose dedication, devotion, enthusiasm, and care would forever remain unrivaled — I would have left FAST, Lahore, with close-to-zero knowledge of computer science and absolutely no interest in programming at all.

After meeting some spectacularly well-informed graduates of FAST Islamabad, for example, Mr. Fraz Nayyar, in March of 2002 and spending some 4 months in their company, I acutely became aware of my humungous gaps in computing knowledge. Therefore, I eventually decided to learn some computer science and build on the knowledge that phenomenal Rehan Ahmad had managed to impart in a mere 2 months in the summer of 1998. By persisting with this activity to learn more about computing matters, I managed to expand my knowledge base by perusing a plethora of documents online and reading books written by industry-leading experts like Scott Meyers, Steve Souders, Nicholas C. Zakas, Andrew B King, Bjarne Stroustrup, Alfred Aho and Jeffrey Ullman, and many, many more, yet all of this knowledge resulted in nothing owing to my refusal to become a part of the slogan chanting group and my open refusal to accept Islam as my chosen religion. Muslims keep telling us, the irreligious people in Pakistan, that there is no compulsion in Islam, however, they simply refuse to give contracts and papers to people who decline to accept Islam as their chosen religion.

However, all of the aforementioned spectacular afflictions pale in comparison to the profound, incomparable displeasure of getting to know the Mughlia clan and the people from Noorwal, near Chakwal, well. The simple fact that I have to tolerate even the mentioning of people like Shams Zia Mehmood, Zia Mehmood Mirza, Farah Zia, Irum Zia Raja, Salman Raja, Aziz Mirza, Asad Jamal, Omar Mirza, Hassan Mirza, and company frequently or infrequently is a complete horror show in my life that has no comparison. Spectacularly horrendous characters that I have had the unequivocal and horrific misfortune of meeting and knowing personally and whose heinous, odious characters would send chills down the spine of any decent, competent person on any given day. This, people, is our decent, lovable Pakistan that some people are somehow able to like and love: I have absolutely no clue as to how they do it when people like Shams Zia Mehmood, Farah Zia, Zia Mehmood Mirza, Aziz Mirza, Omar Mirza, Hassan Mirza, Abid Mirza, Amir Abid, and Salman Raja are freely roaming the streets. Pakistan Zinda Baad.

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