AN OPEN LETTER TO CAMBRIDGE INTERNATIONAL EXAMINATIONS .

This is an open letter to the Cambridge International Examinations after the results that came out in the past few days. I just want to simply express my opinion as to how I felt after receiving my grades. Please feel free to share it.

It is so easy for you to quantify us with us a single lower case letter. It is so easy but you don’t know how the student feels. That letter is a brand on every students back regardless whether it being and A, B, C or D. It completely dehumanises every student in every single way possible to a single meaningless lower case letter. The esteemed system that is Cambridge international Examinations vows to be truly fair and just while dealing with these grades that determines every student’s life. Why wouldn’t it be? Surely they know that every student slaves away whenever the season comes around when their life is completely hijacked by tuitions and their studies if it hasn’t already been since the start of year. Surely they must know that these grades either crush their hopes of going to a good college or further elevates them? Then why don’t you give students the grades they truly deserve? The grades that work day and night for and still those students who have every right to an A must dread the thought of getting back their results because they don’t know if the examiner marked them properly. The daily mail UK published in an article that 122,500 children appealed for their grades to be overturned in the year 2015 and 23,200 had their grades changed. What do you say to the rest of the 99,300 who felt they did not receive the grades that they studied for? What do you say to a young adult whose hopes and dreams of going to his or her dream university have been crushed because the examiner marked them half-heartedly, not giving a flying fuck because to them we are just a single lower case letter. What do you say to an individual who wanted to enjoy his or her last year in school but can’t because they have to give retakes of the same subject they spent hours learning just so they wouldn’t have to face a situation like this?
The Cambridge International Examinations are a business plain and simple. It is the truth that every student who goes through this godforsaken system knows. You don’t believe me? Well ask any student whose ever had to get their paper re-checked. The systematic way all the levels of checking have been set almost makes a person believe that they give you a shit grade purposefully so that you have to go through that demeaning and painful process, so that they earn an extra buck. 
Finally this is to all those students that have been disheartened by the grades that they received, DON'T LOSE HOPE. You are meant for great things in life, a single lower case letter does not define you; don’t let a grade define you, because that is not you.

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DO U THINK U ARE STRONGER THAN THE BLUE WHALE GAME ? READ THIS THEN!

On the Blue Whale game:
I think people often get the causality of things like this a bit wrong. The idea that a game, challenge, or app by itself can convince you to self harm or commit suicide is fairly absurd. The power that something like this has can only be on someone who's predisposed or struggling with the commission of such acts anyway. You have to ask yourself: do people self harm because they play games like this, or do they play games like this because they already feel like committing self harm?
Which is why it's a little more important to turn our eyes away from transient trends like this to the mental state that enables them - the challenge will fall into obscurity within a month; the struggle with depression, or suicidal tendencies (and I am tempted to say 'within adolescents' here, but such a limitation would be both counterproductive and misleading) are not.

If you know someone going through that, don't shun them. Our society does a good enough job at either ignoring mental illnesses entirely, or portraying them as crises of faith; be open, be understanding, and be supportive, regardless of the emotional toll it takes on you - you might be able to take it; they might not.
And if you're going through that yourself (or do so in the future), please reach out to whoever you feel comfortable talking to, whether that's someone close to you, or a stranger. Personally, my door is open (should you feel comfortable talking to me about it) and if anyone feels like sharing this, it's an indication that theirs is too, no matter how little we talk. Self harm and suicide are never the answer. And if you're reading this, regardless of whether we're close or not, regardless of whether we have even ever met or not: I want you to live.

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THE PERSON WHO INVENTED THE BLUE WHALE GAME

Man who invented #BLUE #WHALE Suicide 'Game' aimed at children says his victims who #Kill themselves are 'biological waste' and that he is 'cleansing society

Philipp Budeikin , 21, of Russia, is being held on charges of inciting at least 16 school girls to kill themselves by taking part in his Blue Whale social media craze. He told investigators that he thinks his young female victims were 'happy to die'. Angelina Davydova, 12, fell to her death from 14th floor on Christmas Day 2015. Anna K was found hanged to death after becoming obsessed with the 'game'

The Russian 21-year-old - who has now confessed to the crimes - says he thinks of his victims as 'biological waste' and told police that they were 'happy to die' and he was 'cleansing society'.

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PEOPLE WHO THINK THAT THET ARE STRONGER THAN THAN BLUE WHALE GAME SHOULD READ THIS

On the Blue Whale game:
I think people often get the causality of things like this a bit wrong. The idea that a game, challenge, or app by itself can convince you to self harm or commit suicide is fairly absurd. The power that something like this has can only be on someone who's predisposed or struggling with the commission of such acts anyway. You have to ask yourself: do people self harm because they play games like this, or do they play games like this because they already feel like committing self harm?
Which is why it's a little more important to turn our eyes away from transient trends like this to the mental state that enables them - the challenge will fall into obscurity within a month; the struggle with depression, or suicidal tendencies (and I am tempted to say 'within adolescents' here, but such a limitation would be both counterproductive and misleading) are not.

If you know someone going through that, don't shun them. Our society does a good enough job at either ignoring mental illnesses entirely, or portraying them as crises of faith; be open, be understanding, and be supportive, regardless of the emotional toll it takes on you - you might be able to take it; they might not.
And if you're going through that yourself (or do so in the future), please reach out to whoever you feel comfortable talking to, whether that's someone close to you, or a stranger. Personally, my door is open (should you feel comfortable talking to me about it) and if anyone feels like sharing this, it's an indication that theirs is too, no matter how little we talk. Self harm and suicide are never the answer. And if you're reading this, regardless of whether we're close or not, regardless of whether we have even ever met or not: I want you to live.

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HOW A BOOK HELPED A CHILD FIGHT DEPRESSION.

Many years ago, at 6 AM in the morning, I was extremely sad. It was not something personal. I don't even know what was it. Its hard to explain. It was as if someone really young from a distant land had died for no reason. It was as if the earth forgot all its poems as spring turned up. It was as if someone in the neighbourhood tried and failed to commit suicide for one more time; and only I knew the whole thing. It was as if the sun had purposely hid its face, and the crowds of men were going to turn faceless for a day. It was as if I wanted the world to come crashing down.

I mean, it all sounds very stupid, but it was really that kind of a day. I decided to take a stroll down the road. On my way, I could see multitude of people with an inexplicable sadness evidently visible on their faces. I mean, may be, there are days when everyone is just supposed not to be happy or anything. May be such sadness is embedded in our collective consciousness and it only comes alive when sun decides to hide itself, giving us poor folk, a dystopian novel setting.

I was sitting in the park around 8 AM, waiting for something good to happen: a little ray of sunshine may be. Something that could change what was happening. As a kid, with all your wide-eyed naivety and dormant reason, you are really empathetic. I mean, you just want everyone to be happy and sans souci in the town. Such days would really disturb you as a kid. This is just what children are: compassionate, carefree, willing and wanting to be happy, sensitive.

The day was really bad, but next one, or the one after it, was eventually going to be shiny and lively. People were soon going to be filled with joie de vivre again, after a sporadic bout of unhappiness. As a kid, you are hopeful too. So, I got over the day very soon. I was happy the next day, when everything seemed to fall into a perfect place, with birds singing and no apparent sign of gloom.

Somedays ago, I woke up at 6 AM with no apparent sadness. It was same kind of a day. I looked at the sky with steady stoicism and said to myself: dystopian gloom has prevailed for one more day. I was virtually laughing. For one more day, poor folk in town were going to be sad. May be someone from a distant land had died for no reason again. With a cold sense of apathy, I went back to my room and slept in peace. I was happy and content while going to bed. Do I even miss the childhood vulnerability and that unconditional compassion? I am not really sure. Not after that day. Not anymore.

I remember reading John Betjeman, who wrote: Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.

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DID A SCHOOL (LGS) JUST TOOK A LIFE OF A YOUNG WOMEN?

Those of you who are blaming the school and it's teachers for Maryam's death, stop criticizing the education system. Every school has it's policies and if you don't follow these policies you will definitely face disapproval from the admin. Scolding students for entering the class 5 minutes late and not completing their attendance requirement is only helpful to them in long term. I'm not saying that school was right to not support her on her choices but that is not the only reason for the depression she suffered from. If a student passes away it does not necessarily mean that the education system she studied in was flawed. I might sound heartless while saying this but her mother (maybe due to her emotional state) is only pointing out the negative aspects of school, what about the activities in which school totally supported her (directly or indirectly)? Every student goes under some kind of pressure in school but school cannot individually cater each student's mental health needs, it's primarily PARENT'S responsibility to take care of their child's mental health.

Also the irony is; there is huge difference in Maryam's mother's attitude. The last time we listened to her at prize distribution ceremony she said she was thankful to the school and stated that her daughter was a depressed child who needed your love and you all gave it to her and referred to us as "my Maryams". No idea what has changed her mind now.

We believe whatever we hear on media and start promoting it without knowing the complete facts. There is also stuff we hear from her close friends; like she was depressed due to family issues which forced her to take anti-depressants and she did not get as much attention from her mother as a child should usually get. Then why are we neglecting these statements. If you really want to evaluate the causes of someone's death then look at all the factors first. She was a daughter, friend, cousin, niece and much more than just a student. A young student's death does not mean that the school took away her life!

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A STUDENT OF PIEAS UNIVERSITY COMMITS SUICIDE !!

An engineering student was found dead in his hostel room in Islamabad on Monday in what police say is a suicide case.

Muhammad Hassan was a student of systems engineering at the government-run Pakistan Institute of Engineering and Applied Sciences (PIEAS) Nilore.

The police said the student had hanged himself from an iron rack fixed in the wall using a rope and the body appeared to be two or three days old.

The dorm room, where Hassan lived alone, was locked since Friday evening. On Monday, residents noticed a stench emanating from the room and informed the administration. When the door was opened, the student was found dead hanging inside, the police said.

Hassan, 27, belonged to Lahore. He had received a scholarship and was enrolled in the MS Systems Engineering programme at the PIEAS since November 2016.

Homicide investigation officers said they were probing into the case and trying to determine the reason behind the apparent suicide.

The student’s family in Lahore was informed about his death on Monday, while his autopsy is scheduled to take place at the Poly Clinic Hospital on Tuesday.

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STORY OF A YOUNG MAN FIGHTING DEPRESSION

FIGHTING DEPRESSION

Following is interview of one of my dear friend. (anonymous). In the following interview, I asked

him to narrate me any short event that taught him a lesson or was worth experiencing but in reply he summarized his whole life in front of me. He narrates the dips and high points in his life. The following is written in first in first Peron point of view.

I’ll start my story from my school days that taught me many things and I was too scared to go to the school and couldn’t handle much pressure in early days. My mind was too preoccupied to even think about sleeping. It was 4:00 a.m. . . . A part in me kept reminding that there was school tomorrow, but the other part could not help but think; think how miserable my life had come to be. My grandfather was suffering from Dementia (a chronic or persistent disorder of the mental processes caused by brain disease or injury and marked by memory disorders, personality changes, and impaired reasoning. Source Google). The same person who loved his family more than himself, had now forgotten it. I vividly remember how he used to drink tea with me, help me in studies and praise me as if I am the most extraordinary child; but it was just today that he forgot who I was. It was with a heavy heart that I reminded him I was his eldest grandson *****, whom he had named himself. My mother was depressive too. She had even attempted suicide when I was in 6^th grade. What else, she had lost her mother and I could only pray that I do not lose mine.

Then moving into my teenage years here I almost found love of my life. There was a girl in school who could make all my worries disappear. Her smile meant me smiling. Her laugh got me laughing. Her being on my side was enough for me to deal with the troubles at home. She was my soul-mate. I had fallen in love with her. However, my only ray of happiness soon faded away. She too turned out to be tragically depressive. Her previous failed relationship made her feel alone and detached from the world. She meant the world to me but I felt helpless. How could I help her when helping her meant destroying myself? I knew my feelings were too strong to be just friends with her. Staying by her side, knowing that I could not have her as my significant other, would make me die from the inside. The best option, I felt, was to ignore her and let time heal the wounds.

My world felt empty. I asked myself. Why was fate treating me like this? What wrong had I done? I was whining to myself when I noticed something unusual in my father. Behind those glasses, he had red, swollen eyes. Why would he be crying? I thought to myself.

I finally realized.

I realized that it was his dad, who loved his only son more than anything, suffering from Dementia. I realized it was his loving wife of eighteen years who he had lost to depression. I realized it was his family which had broken apart. With a cold sweat, I also realized how I must have broken his heart when he asked me why I do not smile and I coldly replied that there was no reason to. I rushed and hugged him hard. “You’re not alone dad.” I cried. “We have each other.” He finally smiled. His blank eyes filled with life once again. I for the first time acted like the eldest son. It was a life lesson.

My father believes that his love was much greater than the troubles he was facing and thus, always had the strength to continue. Sometimes, we cannot control what happens to us but what we can control is how we deal with it. A pessimistic attitude leads one nowhere. It is only the best of people who find opportunities in the darkest of times. He showed me that love is selfless; it is great enough to make you care more about the person you love than for your own feelings.

When it comes to analyzing this interview I totally get mesmerized and blown away. I’ve known this person for past 8 years of my life and never have I ever listened to his whole story with this focus. I was always fond of him but not because of his hardships but because how he carried himself around he’s a genius in studies and is becoming a doctor.

The part the interested me the most is how he was cry and wiping about his low life and saw a light in his father’s eyes which he wasn’t able to see for many years how the hope was in front of him but he never realized it. The most interesting thing is that nothing happened that was out of blue to make his depression go away but his father’s eyes still managed to grasp his attention and dug him out of his long-lasting depression. Defiantly everyone goes through depression in some part of their lives and some people have a lot more tough life than other’s. It’s hard to find joys of life in different aspects but one should always try, like he tried to find the joy in his friend which he loved but found out that she was also facing many issues and totally unexpected from the situation he found a ray of joy in his father’s eyes that made him focused and made him to learn what life is after all.

What I think about this experience is very clear I implement his mind set most of the times and make my family source of my joy. In these times, most teenagers get irritated by their family but I try not to think in that side. I am sure that my love for my family is great enough to stand by my side.

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