Shaadi ke baad ehsas huwa ke mai itni zaheen nahi jitna khud ko zaheen samjhti thi :- Reham khan
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Tyrion Lannister
Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
TAIZ TE TU BREN aen party te qabza krn lgen c o te bcha lya khan di Akar ne
syedalam1991
MPA (400+ posts)
[hilar][hilar][hilar][hilar] did you guys hear that? "Khatoon jitnee bhi pher likh (educated) jaya uski koi hassiath nahi hoti" Ab yay fake degree wali jhooti auraat batai gi humari khwateen ko kay phero mat koi izzaat nahi hoti. Education is a must for everyone and education does matter for everyone. Fake degree holders always say statements like her... Degree tou degree hoti hai asli ho yay jali.
Fakhre Alam
Minister (2k+ posts)
Na kar. Talaq ky baad ye ehsas hogaya hoga.
Zamaray Khan
Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
People are Blaming Reham for every thing and I agree that she is quite Cunning woman
But about Imran who made her believe that he loves her but then he ****** her and dumped her by giving her divorce .
For me the real villain or Amrish Puri is Imran not Reham.
But about Imran who made her believe that he loves her but then he ****** her and dumped her by giving her divorce .
For me the real villain or Amrish Puri is Imran not Reham.
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kakamuna420
Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
budhi jaman ban rahi hai
bilalahmedkhan
Senator (1k+ posts)
Jee Imran Khan ne pehli dafa akal ka kaam kya hai nahi to tumhari loomri jesi chaalon ki waja sy hr jaga zaleel horaha tha. Ab hamain hamara Khan wapis mila hai.
Night_Hawk
Siasat.pk - Blogger
After only 10 months of marriage, Reham Khan divorced one of Pakistans foremost politicians, Imran Khan. Photograph: Asians UK magazine Reham Khan
Tuesday 17 November 2015 07.45 GMT
When the news of my marriage to Imran Khan, Pakistans cricket star turned politician, broke in January this year, my sister joked that the way I was being introduced in the press as talaaq yafta (divorce) seemed to almost be a qualification, like a degree.
I was described by the media as a divorced mother-of-three while, unsurprisingly, my husbands previous marriageto Jemima Goldsmith was not discussed. I watched in dismay how the media spared no personal details to feed their bulletins including flashing my childrens birth certificates on their screens. Where they found no information, they liberally filled in the blanks with their own imaginations.
Now, since the announcement of our divorce was made last month, while I was abroad, quite a few things have dawned on me.
One, Im not as intelligent as I think. Two, the sad realisation that, if youre a woman, it doesnt matter how educated you are, how enviable your income might be or how confident and high-achieving you are. A poor, uneducated woman and I are both vulnerable to the same risks: any man can throw mud at you, can abuse you, can call your character into question and get away with it without having to prove anything. Fathers, brothers, husbands and sons often lead the way in the brutal slaughter of a womans basic rights all in the name of love and protection.
Back in January, as Imran and I arrived home from our walima reception in Islamabad, I was told that we would be sitting together to give our first-ever TV interview as newlyweds.
Totally unprepared, without even having the chance to change out of my bridal outfit, I was put on the hot seat to face millions of people. The anchor sprang a surprise: he said his research had shown that I had been a victim of domestic violence in my first marriage. Unprepared for a question no one had ever asked me before about a traumatic memory that I had locked away I tried to answer in a balanced fashion and said: Im not scarred by my experience of domestic violence. It is a huge issue, though. I have never spoken about my own experience before, but this issue needs a lot of awareness.
The following day, my first husband denied the allegations and said my answer was a complete lie. I was advised by Imrans political party, Pakistan Tehreek-e-Insaf (PTI), not to respond.
This became the beginning of the end of the woman I had been; a woman who had defied oppression, who had never confined herself to stereotypes, suddenly in a position where she was expected to conform to traditional behaviour associated with Pakistani political wives and first ladies. Everything that I stood for from womens rights, social freedom, independence of thought and a voice of ones own had to be compromised.
And I willingly did so, out of love. A celebrity couple wants the same things that an average couple wants and can have similar domestic problems. Admittedly, because we were in the public eye, everyone felt they had a right to get involved in our private affairs.
Marrying a man most people have become accustomed to seeing as the countrys foremost bachelor compounds the problem further. Women in our society generally complain of an interfering mother-in-law or sister-in-law, but being the national bhabi (sister-in-law), meant the whole country was my susral (in-laws); it meant everyone had a say.
To me, now, it feels as if the value of a wifes love and devotion is worthless. The price of a stamp is all you need as a man in Pakistan to shut the doors of your house to a woman who had made it a home.
The decision to take away a roof from a womans head can be made in a flash. At 42 and after two marriages, its back to square one. Things that you leave behind are insignificant they can be bought again. But the faith in humanity and the faith in love that you lose can never be replaced.
The striking fact is that in the 10 years previous that I was unmarried and on my own (two of those years in Pakistan), I felt more secure and protected. I went and got married to the strongest man in the land, idolised by millions, only to face a barrage of abuse. In the end, being Mrs Imran Khan couldnt protect me.
Even the divorce announcement couldnt stop the hate campaign waged in the press to demolish my character. It still surprises me how people I have never met and who are sitting miles away, are capable of giving reliable information about me.
I wasnt aware of the extra eyes and ears inside my bedroom. People who cant pronounce my name have become authorities on my character, finding it perfectly acceptable to degrade me on national television.
It wasnt the ease with which the vitriol poured from the press, it was the complacency with which the nation watched it day after day that confirmed a deep-rooted misogyny.
As I met different diehard professional female PTI supporters,
I urged them to come forward and become active in politics. The answer was always the same: Look at what they are doing to you! We cannot tolerate the attacks you put up with.
I have been asked constantly why my marriage ended after just 10 months: was it because of the media scrutiny? Or was it the interference of Imrans advisors? Is it possible that family disapproval played a part? The answer: none of the above.
A bond that is strong can withstand any attack, rumour or pressure. It was no one but us who were responsible for the relationships breakdown.
We are both mature adults who, between us, have an accumulated wisdom of more than a hundred years.
It happened because we allowed it to happen. In the absence of any serious differences of opinion or unreasonable demands, if a bond breaks that easily, it means it has not been cemented together with strong communication. Conjecture about what the reason was, who was behind it and when it was triggered is pointless.
I have always felt it was my duty to protect my family.
After Imran became family, I defended him in every way. When my campaign appearances for the PTI were criticised, I disappeared from the public eye.
From both our Twitter accounts we clearly stated that I would never have a role in the party.
But that wasnt enough to put a stop to the censure. And so, I felt compelled to make a graceful exit hoping that the unimaginable pressure on my husband would cease and he could focus on his mission. Love isnt always about hanging on. Sometimes its about letting go.
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Zamaray Khan
Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
After only 10 months of marriage, Reham Khan divorced one of Pakistan’s foremost politicians, Imran Khan. Photograph: Asians UK magazine Reham Khan
Tuesday 17 November 2015 07.45 GMT
When the news of my marriage to Imran Khan, Pakistan’s cricket star turned politician, broke in January this year, my sister joked that the way I was being introduced in the press – as talaaq yafta (divorce) – seemed to almost be a qualification, like a degree.
I was described by the media as a divorced mother-of-three while, unsurprisingly, my husband’s previous marriageto Jemima Goldsmith was not discussed. I watched in dismay how the media spared no personal details to feed their bulletins – including flashing my children’s birth certificates on their screens. Where they found no information, they liberally filled in the blanks with their own imaginations.
Now, since the announcement of our divorce was made last month, while I was abroad, quite a few things have dawned on me.
One, I’m not as intelligent as I think. Two, the sad realisation that, if you’re a woman, it doesn’t matter how educated you are, how enviable your income might be or how confident and high-achieving you are. A poor, uneducated woman and I are both vulnerable to the same risks: any man can throw mud at you, can abuse you, can call your character into question and get away with it without having to prove anything. Fathers, brothers, husbands and sons often lead the way in the brutal slaughter of a woman’s basic rights – all in the name of “love” and “protection”.
Back in January, as Imran and I arrived home from our walima reception in Islamabad, I was told that we would be sitting together to give our first-ever TV interview as newlyweds.
Totally unprepared, without even having the chance to change out of my bridal outfit, I was put on the hot seat to face millions of people. The anchor sprang a surprise: he said his research had shown that I had been a victim of domestic violence in my first marriage. Unprepared for a question no one had ever asked me before – about a traumatic memory that I had locked away – I tried to answer in a balanced fashion and said: “I’m not scarred by my experience of domestic violence. It is a huge issue, though. I have never spoken about my own experience before, but this issue needs a lot of awareness.”
The following day, my first husband denied the allegations and said my answer was a complete lie. I was advised by Imran’s political party, Pakistan Tehreek-e-Insaf (PTI), not to respond.
This became the beginning of the end of the woman I had been; a woman who had defied oppression, who had never confined herself to stereotypes, suddenly in a position where she was expected to conform to traditional behaviour associated with Pakistani political wives and first ladies. Everything that I stood for – from women’s rights, social freedom, independence of thought and a voice of one’s own – had to be compromised.
And I willingly did so, out of love. A “celebrity couple” wants the same things that an average couple wants and can have similar domestic problems. Admittedly, because we were in the public eye, everyone felt they had a right to get involved in our private affairs.
Marrying a man most people have become accustomed to seeing as the country’s foremost bachelor compounds the problem further. Women in our society generally complain of an interfering mother-in-law or sister-in-law, but being the national bhabi (sister-in-law), meant the whole country was my susral (in-laws); it meant everyone had a say.
To me, now, it feels as if the value of a wife’s love and devotion is worthless. The price of a stamp is all you need as a man in Pakistan to shut the doors of your house to a woman who had made it a home.
The decision to take away a roof from a woman’s head can be made in a flash. At 42 and after two marriages, it’s back to square one. Things that you leave behind are insignificant – they can be bought again. But the faith in humanity and the faith in love that you lose can never be replaced.
The striking fact is that in the 10 years previous that I was unmarried and on my own (two of those years in Pakistan), I felt more secure and protected. I went and got married to the strongest man in the land, idolised by millions, only to face a barrage of abuse. In the end, being Mrs Imran Khan couldn’t protect me.
Even the divorce announcement couldn’t stop the hate campaign waged in the press to demolish my character. It still surprises me how people I have never met and who are sitting miles away, are capable of giving reliable information about me.
I wasn’t aware of the extra eyes and ears inside my bedroom. People who can’t pronounce my name have become authorities on my character, finding it perfectly acceptable to degrade me on national television.
It wasn’t the ease with which the vitriol poured from the press, it was the complacency with which the nation watched it day after day that confirmed a deep-rooted misogyny.
As I met different diehard professional female PTI supporters,
I urged them to come forward and become active in politics. The answer was always the same: “Look at what they are doing to you! We cannot tolerate the attacks you put up with.”
I have been asked constantly why my marriage ended after just 10 months: was it because of the media scrutiny? Or was it the interference of Imran’s advisors? Is it possible that family disapproval played a part? The answer: none of the above.
A bond that is strong can withstand any attack, rumour or pressure. It was no one but us who were responsible for the relationship’s breakdown.
We are both mature adults who, between us, have an accumulated wisdom of more than a hundred years.
It happened because we allowed it to happen. In the absence of any serious differences of opinion or unreasonable demands, if a bond breaks that easily, it means it has not been cemented together with strong communication. Conjecture about what the reason was, who was behind it and when it was triggered is pointless.
I have always felt it was my duty to protect my family.
After Imran became family, I defended him in every way. When my campaign appearances for the PTI were criticised, I disappeared from the public eye.
From both our Twitter accounts we clearly stated that I would never have a role in the party.
But that wasn’t enough to put a stop to the censure. And so, I felt compelled to make a graceful exit hoping that the unimaginable pressure on my husband would cease and he could focus on his mission. Love isn’t always about hanging on. Sometimes it’s about letting go.
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Great Article
This line of her Article explains every thing
" Love isn’t always about hanging on. Sometimes it’s about letting go."
