r/IslamabadSocial

Hey guys 26F going to plan a social in Islamabad who’s interested? And suggest me which games would you like to play? Open to ideas come join us and have fun. :)

aj meri birthday hai and literally no one except McDonald’s remembered 😭 not a single friend, cousin, sibling, parent, or even khala remembered it. Literally no one.

Go back to an ex who knows everything about you. Your weakness, your strength and all and can use against you at anytime.

Or

Find someone new and start everything from scratch

Dw the car and fuel is on me😂😂😂
I am a 22 M from isb there's no gender limitation.

Heyy if any of you got an old car or smth cool, like a khyber, old starlet or sum civic, anything cool tbh, wanna go out for tea nd jst have a random boys hangout? I'll pay for the tea!! Or anything else we get. I live near H 8,

Earthquake still feeling aftershocks

Where are you reading this post from?
Drop your country and city. 🌍

I used to enjoy the peace and serenity at places like coffeemistry laikin bc ye new generation ki awaam itna shorr karti hai!!

They have 0 respect for their surroundings and they make sure whoever is sitting there leaves with a headache.

I get it, public place and all, laikin kuch tou khyaal kr lou, and half of them are always HIGH OR DRUNK, ye kaisi enjoyment hai bhaee? AJEEB!

:(

Hello fam!
I wanna gift my friend GTA VI for his birthday. But since it is a digital version.
How do I buy it for him? Could you please help me out in comments…

Thank you so much.

I need a DHA wali Aunty so bad😭😭

Anybody wanna meetup or have a nigh out in dha isb?

Does anyone have any advice on what makes living with your in laws smoother? My in laws are great MA, they’ve never asked me to cook and clean or any of that stuff, I even have my own kitchen and lounge on a different floor next to my room, but for people who live without their spouses at their in laws how do you navigate stuff?

I was thinking of joining a gym there, and I work remotely so I might pop into a cafe occasionally afterwards to get out a bit. I was also thinking I’d cook my own dinner, lunch etc because we have vastly different tastes. HOWEVER, I don’t want to come off as ungrateful or like distant, I’m very grateful they’re letting me stay with them while my husband is away, but I also feel like I need this stuff to stay sane.

I don’t want them to feel like I’m an imposition, or for them to feel out of place having me around and I also don’t want to make it uncomfortable for myself.

Any advice would be appreciated!

This is an enormous long shot, but I’ve been trying to find someone for years and I’m hoping someone here might recognise something.
Around seven years ago, on my birthday, I received a very long anonymous message from someone who signed it “Stygian.”

I never knew their real name. I don’t even know their gender with certainty. At the time, I wasn’t in a situation where I felt comfortable pursuing an anonymous message like that. By the time my circumstances changed and I seriously tried to find this person, I couldn’t.

I’ve looked for them on and off for years since.
I’m not going to post the original message because it was extremely personal, and regardless of whether I ever find this person, I want to respect the privacy of what they wrote to me.

Unfortunately, I have very little concrete information to work with. These are some of the details they gave me:

- They signed the message “Stygian.”

- They appeared to have strong ties to Pakistan.

- They said they had changed schools frequently growing up and had lived/travelled in different places.

- They said they had spent time in Ankara, Turkey, where they had a teacher called Sir Ashraf, whom they described as a Pakistani man who had left Pakistan and settled in Turkey and taught schoolchildren there.

- They mentioned having an uncle from Balochistan and quoted a Balochi saying the uncle had shared with them.

At some point afterward, I found an Instagram account that I thought might have been connected to them. Its profile picture was a Charles Bukowski quote. I was never able to establish whether the account actually belonged to the writer, but it appears to be inactive.

There are other details in the original message that I’m deliberately withholding so that, if somebody contacts me claiming to be Stygian or to know them, I have a way of verifying it.

The reason I’m still looking after seven years is difficult to explain without publishing the message itself. It wasn’t an ordinary birthday wish. It was an incredibly personal, thoughtful and emotional letter from somebody who seemed to know a surprising amount about me while remaining completely anonymous. They wrote things that have stayed with me ever since.

One thing they told me was that if I ever needed anything, they would be there for me, whether it meant “moving a chair or moving continents.”

I wish I had something more substantial to track them down with. I don’t. I’m posting this because perhaps, somehow, it reaches them, or somebody genuinely recognises the details.

If any of this genuinely sounds familiar, or if you know someone that can help, please DM me.

And just to save everyone some time: if your only response is going to be “it’s been seven years, let it go,” “they wanted to be anonymous,” “don’t look for them,” “they’ve probably moved on,” or “you’re wasting your time,” please don’t comment on this post.

I know it has been seven years. I know this person may have intended to remain anonymous. I have been thinking about those things for seven years.

I am still choosing to look for them.

I’m not asking anyone to expose somebody’s private information or harass them. I simply want to put this somewhere that might reach them. If they see this and still want to remain anonymous, that is their choice and I will respect it.

But if you’re still somewhere on this planet, Stygian:

I know you told me not to look for you. But you claimed to know me, so you probably also knew that eventually I would look for you, and wouldn’t rest till I found you. I just wish I had started sooner. I just wish I could find a way to tell you that I want you to write to me. One last time.

Hey everyone!

I have visited Islamabad a few times before, but usually only for 2–3 days with my cousins. This time, I’m here for work and will be staying for more than a month.

Weekdays are pretty busy with work, but weekends can get really boring when you don’t know many people here 😅 So I’m looking to meet some new people and hang out, grab food/coffee, explore the city, or just chill and have a good time.

Also, if anyone here plays indoor cricket and wouldn’t mind having an extra player, I’d absolutely love to join! 🏏

Feel free to DM me if you’re also looking to meet new people or have a group that I could join.

Just tired I wanna shut it all down

‎Women can’t drive.

‎Okay, before your moral outrage fully loads, let me clarify: I don’t mean can’t in the biological sense, I mean can’t in the way I can’t stop existing in absurd situations life insists on me.

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‎I live in a cantonment, peaceful, discipline, soldiers walking, the kind of place where you expect calm… UNTIL you start running, i’m a casual runner, nothing fancy but four times now, four separate mornings of human optimism, I’ve almost died, every time, the driver was a woman.

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‎Today, she didn’t just almost hit me, she did, launched me like some divine punishment for existing on the same road as her and honestly, maybe it was my fault for daring to believe traffic laws applied equally to everyone and I'm sure she probably convinced I was the one who dented her car with my ribcage.

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‎Either way, I’m tired, my faith in traffic laws is gone and if one more person merges into me mid run, I might just start jogging in circles in my living room instead.

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‎I know what you’re thinking, ''Don’t Generalize" and you’re right, i know correlation isn’t causation and anecdote isn’t data, i’m sure there are extraordinary women drivers out there, probably the same way there are polite people on twitter, they exist, just not in my timeline.

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‎But after being nearly reincarnated four times by the same demographic, I’m beginning to suspect there’s some metaphysical pattern at play, maybe I’m the chosen sacrifice of the cosmic comedy, maybe the gods of irony decided “This one shall die, not by sword or sickness but by a honda civic with tinted windows and a self proclaimed independent woman”

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‎I’ve read great philosophers but none of them prepared me for the absurdity of sprinting for self improvement and getting vehicularly humbled by someone trying to take a selfie mid turn.

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‎Maybe it’s not a gender issue, maybe it’s divine art.

‎But next time, if I see another car swerving toward me, I might just accept it, perhaps that’s what enlightenment looks like resigned, airborne and whispering to myself as I ascend: Women can’t drive.

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