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Express Tribune
a day ago
- Politics
- Express Tribune
HEC, Sindh HEC at odds overVCs forum in Morocco
A dispute has emerged between the Higher Education Commission (HEC) and the Sindh Higher Education Commission (Sindh HEC) over the participation of university vice chancellors in an upcoming international forum scheduled to be held in Rabat, Morocco. HEC has invited vice chancellors from across the country to attend the forum, asking universities to cover the travel expenses themselves. However, the Sindh HEC has refused to allow universities in the province to use provincial grants for this purpose. Sindh HEC Chairman Dr Tariq Rafi has issued an advisory to the heads of all public sector universities advising them not to undertake foreign trips using public funds, with a warning that any such cases will be reported to the Chief Minister, the Chancellor or Controlling Authority of Universities in Sindh. "The Sindh government provides grants to universities strictly for academic and research purposes. These funds cannot be spent on foreign trips," said Rafi. He added that while vice chancellors are free to attend the forum at their own expense, they are not permitted to use university or government funds for the trip. Sindh HEC reminded that it was difficult for many public sector universities in Sindh to even pay salaries of the teachers and staff. Even essential expenditures were covered by loans, he said. If such expenditures for international travel is of dire need, then they can only be incurred after approval of the same has been given by the Chief Minister. The Sindh HEC quoting the existing policy of the Universities and Boards Department of Sindh says, that the leave notifications issued for foreign tours explicitly mention that the expenses of such tours will not be borne by the Government of Sindh or university funds. The Vice Chancellors' Forum was originally planned to be held in Islamabad last month, but it was relocated to Rabat due to escalating tensions between Pakistan and India, sources said. Sindh HEC emphasized that most universities in the province are already facing financial deficits, and spending scarce resources on international travel would be irresponsible.
Time of India
3 days ago
- General
- Time of India
Stabbed 40 times with screwdriver: UP teen killed by 'boyfriend' after she 'spoke to another man'; family says he would harass her
In a Moradabad cornfield, a 19-year-old woman was brutally murdered, discovered a day after her disappearance. The autopsy revealed over 40 stab wounds, including to her private parts, leading to fatal blood loss. Mohd Rafi, claiming to be her boyfriend, confessed, citing rage over her communication with another man. Tired of too many ads? Remove Ads Tired of too many ads? Remove Ads A chilling discovery in a Moradabad cornfield has revealed the brutal murder of a 19-year-old woman, who was found on Sunday, less than a day after being reported subsequent autopsy, released Monday, painted a gruesome picture: "there were more than 40 stab wounds all over her body, including her private parts, and she likely died of excessive bleeding," it have apprehended 20-year-old Mohd Rafi, who, during interrogation, confessed to the horrific crime. Rafi, claiming to be her "boyfriend," stated he was enraged because she was "speaking to another man for past three months." He detailed a calculated attack, admitting he first attempted to throttle her. When she lost consciousness, "he mercilessly stabbed her with a screwdriver till she ceased to breathe."The autopsy, while not confirming rape, noted multiple stab wounds to her private parts inflicted with the screwdriver, suggesting an "act of revenge." A deep cut was also found on her (Mainather) Karan Pal Singh provided further details, stating, "The accused is a poultry seller, and claims to have gifted a mobile phone to the victim with whom he was in touch for over a year."A First Information Report (FIR) has been lodged against Rafi under BNS section 103 (murder), based on a complaint by the victim's mother. "We'll soon file a chargesheet in the case," Singh victim's mother's statement in the FIR revealed a history of harassment: "My daughter left home on Saturday evening after saying that she was going to collect fodder for goats. When she did not return, we started looking for her. The matter reached the police after my daughter was found murdered in a cornfield. We suspect Mohd Rafi's direct involvement as he used to often harass my daughter and pressured her to be in a relationship."
Yahoo
20-05-2025
- Health
- Yahoo
My fiancé died when we were 27. People told me I should feel lucky because I still had time to find someone else.
Sara Beth Berman is a 43-year-old Jewish educator in Brooklyn whose fiancé died when they were both 27. She remembers being "horrible" for a year after his death. People would tell her she was lucky she could still have children after he died. This as-told-to essay is based on a conversation with Sara Beth Berman. It has been edited for length and clarity. Rafi and I met when we were both 22, working at a summer camp in Georgia. We quickly became friends, and after he moved to Manhattan, where I was living, a year later, we started dating. I knew he had a genetic disorder, but I rarely saw the impact of it when we were dating. He had a habit of downplaying it. I think he was in deep denial about his condition. With no reason not to believe him, I assumed it was under control and didn't expect to lose him at a young age. In 2007, we both moved to Jerusalem to study for a year. On my first day of classes, I had a phone call from Rafi to say he was heading to the emergency room. He told me what was happening, but said his bilingual friend was taking him, that I should stay in school because it was my first day of classes. Once I got to the hospital, Rafi just kept saying it was no big deal — that he was fine. In 2008, we were back in the US, and he was in and out of the hospital a few times, with doctors trying to figure out what they were going to treat first. During one of these hospital stays, he informally suggested we get married. Later, in May 2009, once out of the hospital, he made it official by asking me to be his wife. I was looking forward to living the rest of my life with him. I booked a wedding venue and bought my dress. We moved into an Upper West Side apartment with another friend of ours in August 2009. Shortly after, at a party we went to together, I told him I didn't think he should go up and down a flight of steep set of stairs to get to the party. He had recently broken his leg. He told me he was fine, but after the party, he tripped down the stairs and broke his shoulder and hip. We didn't realize it at the time, but the breaks were a sign his body was shutting down. There was no calcium left in his bones. The next day, Rafi fell into a coma for a month before dying on September 29, 2009. For months, I was an absolute disaster. I didn't sleep. I only ate doughnuts and drank Gatorade. I remember seeing the leaves change through the fall and thinking how I and the rest of the world were continuing to move on, without him. I was horrible to everyone. I think people were afraid of me, and I sort of enjoyed that. I wanted them to be in pain because I was in pain. My closest friends stuck in there with me, though, distracting me and helping me cancel plans for the wedding. The shop I bought my wedding dress from required me to come into the store with a death certificate in order to get a refund on the dress. I had no concept of what life would be like without Rafi, and I couldn't think about loving again. Very unhelpfully, people would tell me how lucky it was I hadn't married him or had any children. They said I would find someone else, and told me it was a good thing I was young — I could still have children with someone else. What I needed was validation — for someone to tell me it was OK not to be OK. But I didn't know of anyone who had been a young widow like me. A little after a year, I was brought into a group of women who had been through something similar — who had lost a boyfriend, fiancé, or spouse at a young age. This group was a big support to me. It was so useful to know there were other people like me and that they continued to exist even after. Six years ago, I got married, and my husband and I now have a little girl together. It hasn't been easy for my husband at times because I have a collection of rituals tied to Rafi. For example, we had to decide whether Rafi would live or die on Yom Kippur. So now, my religious practices on Yom Kippur are non-traditional. My husband and I find a balance between what's a regular Yom Kippur and my weird version of observance. We have a memorial dinner for Rafi every year, which everyone enjoys because so many people who were friends with Rafi are also now very close with my husband and daughter. When Rafi died, I couldn't see a way forward as a young widow, but in time, it got easier when I found my people — those who had an idea of what I was feeling. I made it through, even though it didn't feel like I ever would that first year after he died. Read the original article on Business Insider
Business Insider
20-05-2025
- Health
- Business Insider
My fiancé died when we were 27. People told me I should feel lucky because I still had time to find someone else.
This as-told-to essay is based on a conversation with Sara Beth Berman. It has been edited for length and clarity. Rafi and I met when we were both 22, working at a summer camp in Georgia. We quickly became friends, and after he moved to Manhattan, where I was living, a year later, we started dating. I knew he had a genetic disorder, but I rarely saw the impact of it when we were dating. He had a habit of downplaying it. I think he was in deep denial about his condition. With no reason not to believe him, I assumed it was under control and didn't expect to lose him at a young age. He mentioned getting married during a hospital stay In 2007, we both moved to Jerusalem to study for a year. On my first day of classes, I had a phone call from Rafi to say he was heading to the emergency room. He told me what was happening, but said his bilingual friend was taking him, that I should stay in school because it was my first day of classes. Once I got to the hospital, Rafi just kept saying it was no big deal — that he was fine. In 2008, we were back in the US, and he was in and out of the hospital a few times, with doctors trying to figure out what they were going to treat first. During one of these hospital stays, he informally suggested we get married. Later, in May 2009, once out of the hospital, he made it official by asking me to be his wife. I was looking forward to living the rest of my life with him. I booked a wedding venue and bought my dress. He fell down the stairs and shortly after died We moved into an Upper West Side apartment with another friend of ours in August 2009. Shortly after, at a party we went to together, I told him I didn't think he should go up and down a flight of steep set of stairs to get to the party. He had recently broken his leg. He told me he was fine, but after the party, he tripped down the stairs and broke his shoulder and hip. We didn't realize it at the time, but the breaks were a sign his body was shutting down. There was no calcium left in his bones. The next day, Rafi fell into a coma for a month before dying on September 29, 2009. For months, I was an absolute disaster. I didn't sleep. I only ate doughnuts and drank Gatorade. I remember seeing the leaves change through the fall and thinking how I and the rest of the world were continuing to move on, without him. I was horrible to everyone. I think people were afraid of me, and I sort of enjoyed that. I wanted them to be in pain because I was in pain. My closest friends stuck in there with me, though, distracting me and helping me cancel plans for the wedding. The shop I bought my wedding dress from required me to come into the store with a death certificate in order to get a refund on the dress. I didn't think I could love again I had no concept of what life would be like without Rafi, and I couldn't think about loving again. Very unhelpfully, people would tell me how lucky it was I hadn't married him or had any children. They said I would find someone else, and told me it was a good thing I was young — I could still have children with someone else. What I needed was validation — for someone to tell me it was OK not to be OK. But I didn't know of anyone who had been a young widow like me. A little after a year, I was brought into a group of women who had been through something similar — who had lost a boyfriend, fiancé, or spouse at a young age. This group was a big support to me. It was so useful to know there were other people like me and that they continued to exist even after. Six years ago, I got married, and my husband and I now have a little girl together. It hasn't been easy for my husband at times because I have a collection of rituals tied to Rafi. For example, we had to decide whether Rafi would live or die on Yom Kippur. So now, my religious practices on Yom Kippur are non-traditional. My husband and I find a balance between what's a regular Yom Kippur and my weird version of observance. We have a memorial dinner for Rafi every year, which everyone enjoys because so many people who were friends with Rafi are also now very close with my husband and daughter. When Rafi died, I couldn't see a way forward as a young widow, but in time, it got easier when I found my people — those who had an idea of what I was feeling. I made it through, even though it didn't feel like I ever would that first year after he died.
Hindustan Times
19-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Hindustan Times
Delhiwale: Mashak wallas, past and present
It all began one afternoon in Delhi's Sunday Book Bazar, on fishing out the first edition of an out-of-print guidebook on the Walled City. Published more than 35 years ago, 'Old Delhi: 10 Easy Walks' was authored by two Englishwomen, Gaynor Barton and Laurraine Malone. The cover shows a man standing in front of the Jama Masjid. He is in check lungi, with something slung on his shoulder. It is a mashak, an old-fashioned goat-skin bag. Long ago in Purani Dilli, a mashak walla would draw water from the well, pour it into his goat-skin bag, and hawk the water from house to house. Today, Jama Masjid still stands in the same place where this photo was clicked. But the mashak walla is not to be sighted. A bit more exploration of the area reveals the presence of a functioning well. And just beside the well, a tea stall. And hanging from the tea stall's wall: mashaks! A man in pants-shirt is sitting on a wooden cot. He introduces himself as a mashak walla. Muhammed Rafi concentratedly studies the photo on the book's cover, and recognises the man--'Bhoore!' Centuries ago, water-sellers roamed the labyrinthine alleys of Shahjahanabad, selling well water in mashaks—just as contemporary vendors now sell 'refrigerated cold water' from metal trolleys. Mughal emperor Humayun was said to be once drowning in the Ganga and rescued by a water carrier, Nizam, who gave him his mashak to swim over the river. This story is mentioned in the Humayun Museum, which opened last year in Delhi.. Bhoore, the mashak walla depicted on the book cover, died a long time ago, says Rafi. Sitting beside his own mashaks, Rafi is a member of the endangered species, since it is almost impossible to find mashak wale these days. Rafi says that the profession of hawking mashak water has passed down to him from his ancestors. For a long time, he worked as a labourer in Azadpur Subzi Mandi, while his father and two uncles carried the family legacy of mashak. One of the uncles died, another fell sick, and some months ago, his father gave up the work due to old age and returned to their village in nearby Amroha. This series of events obliged Rafi to give up his job as a labourer and to take up the profession of mashak walla. 'It is my duty to continue this heritage,' he says matter-of-factly, looking intently at the mashak walla on the book cover. Gesturing towards the mashaks hanging behind him, he clarifies that these are not historic relics. They were made recently, and he himself is well-rehearsed in the craft of making mashaks. He graciously agrees to pose with the book.
