Why I Need to Tell This Story Because I have lived through it, I have long been reluctant to write about personal struggles. I always wondered why anyone should care about someone else’s painful experiences—it almost felt like a con. While I still haven't completely outgrown that hesitation, someone once reminded me that you can still teach while you are learning. If sharing my experience spares even one person the heartache I went through, then writing this is worth it. Day 1: The Hook Like many others, I hadn't fully recovered from the post-COVID financial blues, and none of my alternative efforts was generating a steady income. So, when a WhatsApp message popped up asking if I was looking for a job, I was sceptical—yet desperate enough to reply and ask for details. The sender claimed to represent the OMD Advertising Marketing Group, sharing a link to ://omd.com . The website looked completely legitimate and impressive. Before I knew it, I was completing simple test tasks—l...
For years now, my regular media diet has leaned toward Sanatan-aligned news and commentary, which is practically pro-BJP. While it does bother me that the current BJP government doesn't seem very inclusive of Muslims, I still can't bring myself to support other political parties, as they feel far more damaging to me. I have been trying to find a way to communicate to BJP opinion makers that they can bring in Muslims in their fold and yet succeed in their agenda of nation building. Lately, though, a nagging doubt has crept in. I’ve started wondering if I’ve drifted more to the right, subtly shaped by the steady stream of narratives from BJP-oriented content creators. That question hit closer to home today. I sat down to watch a movie with my wife and daughter—a love story set during the Partition. I didn't know the film's name and deliberately chose not to look it up, though I quickly recognised Diljit Dosanjh in the lead and Naseeruddin Shah playing a Sikh character. Na...