u/Alarmed_Awareness152

Yall remember when Barzakh came out? Sanam and Fawad both got a hell lot of hate. The series itself, to me personally, seemed super pretentious and bekar ki English use hui wi thi har dialogue mein. They focused too much on symbolism than actual story. It was mostly hated because of showing some elements of homosexuality.

Anyways uske baad she was bad in the public's eye. All it took was Kafeel (which I loved btw), a drama about an innocent woman punished by society. Shareef aurat ka role kar ke now everyone loves her again.

Same can be said about other current mainstream artists. Maanu, Abdul Hanan, Hasan Raheem, other indie artists especially Amna Riaz (which I've been listening since their first songs and was looked down upon when I played them) were hated a lot. All it takes is a few songs (kya sach ho tum?, Jhol, Obvious) that everyone likes and everybody else joins in.

Does this happen everywhere or is only our awam like this?

I mean the who played the main villain in the og Iron Man, why would he now come in Pakistani TV? I'm not degrading Pakistani dramas, some of them are like super good quality but few make stories that go out of the household. It's mostly family relatives judging or plotting against each other. Those like Faraar, Gumn, Serial Killer, Jo Bichar Gaye etc are rare.

I think something sus happened with him and he came back. He also said in an interview he wants to stay close to his Dad now which makes sense. Idk need someone to tell more details about him because I'm just curious.

Saw the flair for poetry so I said why not

From the mother's womb to death's embrace, Nature's own labyrinth, an intricate trace, Peeking through blood, sweat, dust and grime, A delicate pattern, indelibly engraved in time.

A lifelong companion, a faithful friend, Solely yours, from beginning to end, A mother's caress, a lover's hold, Each touch bearing this unfading mould.

From the divine virtue of patting an orphan's head, To murder, malice and other heinous deeds of dread, A silent witness to everything you do, Irrefutable evidence, an accomplice too.

Faint yet distinct, no two the same, Like the different storms, each has to tame, A million tales, stored in your hand, etched on your skin, So what shall you choose? A path of piety or a path of sin?

So when you act, heedless and out of sight Be mindful of these imprints and their might, Each crevice carrying the secrets you hide, Forever carved on your tips, never to be denied.