Umair Sher

It was Monday, September 8, at exactly 2 O’clock in the afternoon when I was scrolling through X, the platform once called Twitter. Suddenly, a post appeared that made me stop. It was from one of the richest men in the world, someone whose name is tied to power and wealth, yet his words carried […]

I was going through all my work, my posts on social media, and every little effort I had made. What I found left me amazed—there was no clarity, no consistency, no sense of a unified journey. My scattered attempts seemed like a thousand disconnected islands. Even worse, I realized that most of my time had

It was just past midnight on Sunday, 1st September, when the ceiling fan above me began to sway as if caught in an invisible storm. At first, I thought it was only my imagination, but then the ground began to growl. The walls cracked, glass broke, and the house felt like it was breathing in

I was accompanied by my brother when we were heading back towards home from Islamabad on Thursday morning. He was driving while I was scrolling the feeds on my phone. I kept locking it off and unlocking it again, and I am not sure, but it must have been more than fifty times during that

Speak up, for your lips are yet free; Speak up, your tongue is still yours…” — Faiz Ahmed Faiz There comes a time in history when silence is no longer neutral. When neutrality itself becomes a weapon of oppression. When choosing to remain silent is not rationale but complicity. We live in such times. In

    The stroy of Indus Water Treaty not started in 1960 but it started back in 1947, when the two newly established realm emerged on the world map_ India and Pakistan. In the very beginning, Pakistan encountered with social, political, economic, geographical and hydrological challenges. One of the main hydrological challenge was the water apportionment

THIS is something intrinsic that homo-sapiens on the planet earth have been wanting a happy life from the very start of their existence. All the human beings seek out different ways for this purpose and the number of ways are quite much different for every individual. Particularly, we all have been living in an epoch,

Climate change today is no longer a distant threat described in technical reports; it is a lived emergency tearing through communities. It respects no borders, no cultures, and spares no one. What once felt like a slow-burning crisis has accelerated into a cascade of devastation—a domino effect dismantling lives, economies, and ecosystems with frightening speed.

I, Umair Sher, was born in Haji Abad, Timergara, in the valleys of Dir Lower, a rural part of Pakistan where life is tied to simplicity—where people rise with the sun, live close to the soil, and dream only within the boundaries of what they see around them. Yet even as a child, my heart