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THIS IS THE REALITY NOW. A teacher with 30 years of experience says she’d rather work at McDonald’s than go back into a classroom. And to be honest, I get it.

Students today are not just misbehaving — they’re out of control. No respect, no manners, no fear of consequences. And worst of all? They’re not sorry.

Parents are not doing their job anymore. They give their kids everything — expensive phones, gadgets, freedom — but they forget to teach them how to talk to people with respect.

They don’t teach their children how to say “sorry” when they’re wrong. Instead, they defend them blindly, even when the child is clearly at fault.

Now kids think: “If I’m paying, I can say whatever I want. I can insult anyone — even my teacher.”

This is dangerous. Very dangerous.

Teachers are tired. We’re mentally drained. We came into this profession to educate, guide, and help students grow. But now? We’re dealing with insults, backtalk, and pure arrogance — every single day.

If this continues, not only will we lose good teachers — we will lose the next generation.

And sadly, the fault won’t be in schools. It will be in homes — in parenting that never happened."**

— A Pakistani Teacher Who Still Cares

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"They walked so we could crawl — and now they hate that we learned to fly."

There’s a strange breed born between 1980–1990. Married for 10+ years but still trying to compete with Gen Z like it’s a race. Not leading or guiding— just projecting.

They want us to “compromise” like they think they did (but actually didn't). But truth is — they had no ambition, no internet, no exposure. They glorify their “struggles” like it wasn’t just low standards.

Now they want us to marry the same kind of partners — even though we’re educated, self-aware, emotionally intelligent. If we resist? “High expectations.”

They tell us to accept toxic jobs, toxic people, toxic patterns. “Sab kartay hain.” No. We’re here to break cycles — not repeat them.

But what they don’t see is the trauma they cause.
We’re tired of being guilt-tripped.
Tired of being told “humne bhi saha tha.”
No, you settled. We’re just choosing not to.

They call our standards rebellion.
Our confidence? Attitude.
Our healing? Drama.

And while they preach simplicity, they’re more obsessed with filters, fake birthdays, TikTok trends than we are.
“Main 35 ka lagta hoon?” Bhai, liver 43 ka hai.

They live like they invented iPhones — even though they were born in the Nokia 3310 era.

Their biggest issue? They can't accept that Gen Z doesn’t want their life.
We don’t care about complexion, weight, wrinkles.
We believe in live and let live.
But they have to interfere — in homes, offices, rishtas.

They’re the biggest hurdle for our growth — both personal and professional. And maybe they’ll only understand when their own kids face the same.

Dear 80s–90s aunties & uncles:
We’re not you.
We don’t want to be you.
And we’re not sorry for that.

|| The Impossible Standard of Marriage ||

They want her soft-spoken, fair-skinned, wise like an elder,
Pretty like a doll, but cooks like a caterer.
Educated with a degree, yet never questions back —
Hijab on point, but still stylish on the ‘gram.

This is what the rishta market sounds like these days.
One-sided interviews — no questions allowed from the girl’s side.
They walk in like royalty, sit like judges, and leave without a trace.
Not even a basic courtesy text.

And the girl’s family? Just left sitting there,
Still wondering: “Was the chai not warm enough or is her skin tone too warm?”

You know what’s funnier?
Some of them do Istikhara before the girl's parents even meet the boy.

And then came back saying “We’re sorry, we saw a sign.”
A sign of what, exactly?
You didn’t even let the girl's parents see the guy’s face, let alone his nature.

Why is it always the girl's side being scanned under a microscope,
While the boy’s side stays behind a curtain of assumptions?

Does anyone ever ask if the groom-to-be can hold a mature conversation?
If he knows what responsibility even means?

If he can afford to live without clinging to his mother’s apron at age 30?

No.
Because “Larkay walay hain, unka haq banta hai sawal karna.”

And still — the girl must be everything:
Beautiful, chaste, house-trained, degree-holder, sabr queen, degh queen, akhlaaq queen,
With just enough modern edge to not be “boring,” but not enough to be “too bold.”

They want her to check all the boxes.
But won’t even give her the right to tick one.

No chance to reject. No chance to ask.
She’s expected to sit there with a forced smile —
While they decide if she’s worthy of their son,
Who, let’s be real, might still be figuring out how to iron his own shalwar.

This isn't marriage.
This is madness.
And everyone’s too used to the noise to hear how wrong it sounds.

We were told marriage is half of our deen.
But no one told us that in this society, it’s also half your dignity —
Lost in the process of being measured, judged, and priced like a product.

So here’s the real question:
When will we start asking the same questions back?
And when will they be ready to answer?

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