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SAUDI ARABIA RESIDENT VISA PROCEDURE FROM PAKISTAN

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Assalam o alaikum,  I recently submitted my passport for RESIDENT VISA of Saudi Arabia after a lot of misinformation and misguidance. It was very stressful to complete the procedure correctly. So I am going to write what I did to help anyone else who is in the same boat.  Before your visa arrives, get done with making POLICE CLEARANCE CERTIFICATE from local thana. Go to the thana in your area and ask for the form. They will give you the form with a list of documents required. Complete it and submit it to get your certificate in a few days. After receiving certificate go to MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS for its attestation.  Register yourself on GAMCA WEBSITE. https://gcchmc.org/gcc/RegisterForMedicalTest.aspx   It will ask your passport details and charge a fee of 10$ through visa card. It will generate your GAMCA NUMBER and the name of registered medical center from where you will get your fitness done.  Go to the medical center mentioned on your GAMCA slip and get the medical

Get your Totems fixed, its time for a reality check.

Life goes on even when a father lays his son six feet under. It points and laughs at you when you make friends with the wall and wonder. It tackles and pulls you down when you're already trippin' over. It just never stops. Gives in. Lays to rest. Slows down. Takes a breather. Its a never ending circus act, giving tears and laughs to the ordinary. Life's short, shallow and even shit. Everyone's being heard, but only heard and not listened to. Its like Inception. A paradox. A dream within a dream. And you'd just keep waking up and realise that its still not the reality. Its still just a dream. But one day, one day you'll get that kick which would bring you back, to the real world. No more projections. Thats when life would really start. You were never born before. See you till then.

Eternal Solace.

Wave after wave hitting the jagged rocks, Spraying the salt water all over me, I lick my lips and taste the salt, I take a breath and smell your scent. Your presence besides me Makes my existence, My hand covered by yours, Says more than words ever can. Your eyes searching mine, Find the long lost answers Of love, of truth, of hope. Overwhelming emotions, Dampen my eyes and I look beyond the vast ocean, And whisper the words in my heart, For sure you know me inside out There’s no need to say it out loud. My heart is empty of all wishes, For it would follow your soul, Whether up as you flow with the wave, Or down as it recedes. Hollow before but not any more, For your laughter fills me, Your touch ignites a longing, And your love, an eternal solace .  By: Misha.

Dead Ends: Episode 9

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(This is a lengthy story based on actual facts. The final episode is here! For Episode 8 click here . Enjoy!) Episode 9 (Part – 1) Maheen is sitting behind her desk. Her skin is very pale almost yellow. Her eyes are sunken into their sockets. She is signing some papers. The veins on the top of her hand stand out against her skin like a blue spider web. Saima, the secretary, comes in looking rather irritated. “Madam there is a mad hijra outside. He is insisting on seeing you. He says that you know him. He tells his name as Laila.” “Send him in.” Maheen replies without looking up. Saima looks surprised. She walks out of the door. “You can go in.” Saima informs Bahadur. Bahadur claps once loudly, “Fitay moun!” He mocks her. Bahadur enters Maheen’s room and sits down in front of her. He is in his usual womanly attire of shalwar kameez with the duppatta dangling on his shoulders and make up plastered on his face. “Salalekum!” He greets Maheen. “Walaikumasalam. I don’t want you using suc

Just that.

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Sometimes I feel like running. Wind in my face, a blank road ahead all for myself. Even if I close my eyes, I wouldn’t bang into anything. If that helps to leave behind everything.. and if it really helps, I would like to run even faster. I would want to run till my limbs give up, the oxygen runs out and I am exhausted. Then I’ll just lay there thinking about oxygen and exhaustion and the annoying pain in my limbs because of the irritating lactic acid. Just that. And nothing more. Just that. I would want to run till the wind moving against me tries so hard to stop me and I’d still want to run faster than before. And every time that I am successful in defeating it, I would want to stop for a microsecond and look back and laugh at it. And then I would again want to run extremely fast, my speed ever increasing, that at one point I am no longer solid. Having left behind what made me substance, I’m just energy now, invisible, impervious, untouchable. You can’t know I’m there unles

Play Doughs.

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It might sound strange to you but I imagine people as play dough’s. Impressionable. Everyone leaves a mark; some deep, some leave behind just their fingerprints, curving and looping, touching your soul just enough. And with every touch the dough alters it shape, adjusting, changing and shifting. We've all had our ups and downs. We've all experienced heart ache and limitless joy. All of it being the result of someone or something that interacted with us at some point in time. I ask you just one question. Had you been where you are right now, without that tragedy that makes you weep at night? Or without that accomplishment that compels you to hold your head high? You may not be at peace with yourself now, but we have this uncanny ability of ‘Acceptance’. Yes, accepting that what has happened; happened to make you who you are. Sculpting your very thoughts, making you, YOU.  I am nearing the end of one chapter and turning over a new page of my life. It’s akin to coming to term

Untitled.

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F unny thing about darkness. At first, it gives you creeps. Maybe because it steals from you the one thing that makes you feel you're in control. Your vision. It makes you lose your sense of power, of knowing your whereabouts, of whats to come.. But you eventually get used to it. You start getting familiar with it, and you realize how this is one thing in the world thats close to your skin. One thing you can be yourself with. No pretenses about to uncover, no fake smiles at the point of cracking, no holding away from the obvious, no holding back those tears that are begging for release. And after all those years, you find yourself looking forward to it. That time of the day, where you can slip into the never ending tunnel of darkness and find yourself.. Or maybe lose completely.