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How many percent sure are you?"

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  Last Session__ Sharp features, large dark eyes, and meticulously combed short hair. Dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans, a young man sat before me, carrying centuries of exhaustion on his face. He looked at me, wondering where to begin... (In the first session he looked like this; today was the seventh session.) "Doctor, for three months one thing has pained me deeply: even the right to cry has been snatched from us men. If something hurtful happens and tears well up in our eyes, we’re told, ‘Men don’t cry’..." "I saw your page twenty days ago. I read many sessions. Three days ago I was in mental anguish that words can’t describe. I felt like wailing out loud, but..." You could feel a lifetime of sorrow in the young man’s tone. That handsome young man let out a long, cold, sorrowful sigh and said: "Doctor, there was no one to hear me cry except my little angel... Pearls would glisten in her dark, dark eyes, and I would remain forever silent... like a fish...

Never, ever hand this over to someone else, so they crush the flourishing flowers of vibrant emotions,

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  Session* So many sessions are common, and writing them separately isn't possible due to lack of time. And because we humans get bored with monotony, I thought I'd put those sessions together in a single post. "Never give anyone so much permission that they can play with your emotions and feelings, then walk away and leave you mentally paralyzed. Your mind is the garden of your personality, and you yourself are the gardener of this garden. So you must provide it with fertilizer, soil, water, air, and light yourself. Never, ever hand this over to someone else, so they crush the flourishing flowers of vibrant emotions, trample the tiny blooming buds of feelings, uproot the beautiful lush plants of positive thoughts, and kill the colorful birds of lovely ideas in your garden, leaving your garden devastated as they walk away..." Mental peace is greater than everything because this same mind handles all the affairs of your life. Look, if the head of a household falls ill,...

The Girl Who Came Home”*

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  Today’s Session This is a long story. The protagonist of this tale crossed the "Irish Sea" to come and meet me—to see for herself what kind of "crazy doctor" I was. She wanted to see if the person who gave such "mad" advice actually looked the part. I have penned these few words from her own perspective. Before we move further into the narrative, we must understand why that girl was thinking this way about me. The girl was born in a European country. Both her parents are Pakistani, but after the children were born, they only visited Pakistan every two or three years, and even then, only for a month or two. She was educated in that European country and held a high-ranking position in a reputable company. One day, her father decided to go to Pakistan, announcing that they would stay for three or four months this time. Everyone happily packed their bags and left for Pakistan. They were all enjoying themselves—touring the country and enjoying the food....

Learning to Feel Loved Again*

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  *Today’s Session… Learning to Feel Loved Again* _The belief in being lovable again._ After emotional wounds, a person doesn’t just fear relationships—they gradually become scared of the whole concept of love. It’s as if the heart has built an invisible wall around itself so that it never has to break again. In the shadow of that fear, they start asking themselves questions that seem real but are actually born from pain. They think: _“Maybe I’m no longer worthy of love.”_ _“Maybe there’s something fundamentally lacking in me.”_ _“Maybe love always ends in pain.”_ Then they begin to make life decisions based on those thoughts, even though they aren’t true—they’re just the language of the wound that’s still healing, trying to find a way to speak. The ability to feel love never disappears. No matter how broken someone may be, the light of love inside the heart never goes out—it just hides beneath layers of fear. And that fear isn’t an enemy; it’s a guardian that, after learning lesso...

Marriage is not a dream,

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"Today's session... pre-marriage counseling... "Marriage is not a dream, it is a responsibility." Reality and expectations. In our society, marriage is often presented as a beautiful dream, movie scenes, poetic promises, and the belief that love will automatically solve every problem. But the truth is, marriage is not a dream, it is a continuous responsibility, a responsibility that starts with emotions and extends to character, patience, decisions, and daily actions. The purpose of marriage is not just to achieve happiness, but to live life with each other, and this is where most people get confused, because they bring emotions to marriage but are not prepared for reality. Emotions are fast, quickly changing, beautiful, but temporary; while reality is simple, hard, and permanent. Love can take you to marriage, but to run a marriage, consciousness, patience, and responsibility are required. Assuming that after marriage, a person will change, the mother-in-law will be...

Physical distance, the funeral of respec

  "Today's session... "Physical distance, the funeral of respect." She uttered only one sentence, and to be honest, the whole session froze right there, as if someone had suddenly stopped time. There was no anger or scream in her voice, just a tired acceptance: "Doctor Sahib, they tell me: why do you always talk about this?" I looked into her eyes and said slowly, that slowness which is sometimes heavier than a scream: "Because you are always alone." See... physical distance is not just a matter of sex, it attacks more than the body, it attacks the mind and heart. It is that silent process in which a woman's self-worth is slowly buried. Research shows that when physical and emotional intimacy ends in a relationship for a long time, the same part of a woman's brain that is active during deep trauma or mourning becomes active, meaning her brain registers this distance as loss, and if loss happens day after day, it takes the form of depressio...

Divorces

“Divorces are very easy, but after a divorce, a person is left crying — man or woman.” A young man asked me on the phone: “What if Respected sir, even if there are no children, the person is still left crying, man or woman. When a second relationship starts, people ask questions, think a lot, ask a lot, and most importantly, the person himself is in pain. These were the few lines that brought the young man to me. The young man placed cards and numerous gifts on the table. He opened them one by one, showed them to me, and talked about the stories attached to them. This was our third session. The young man started recalling dates and said: “Doctor, these things that she had given me as gifts, I never had the courage to share with anyone else. I felt ashamed talking to friends and family, and I was afraid that they might make fun of me.” For people, their own story is very important, they don't want anyone to hurt their feelings, but they take a strange pleasure in making fun of other...