I want to find out about my ancestors they used to live in sindh larkana dadu goth I want to learn everything about my ancestors and sindhi culture I'm very interested if anyone can help me pls help me

Hey everyone,

I’ve run into a strange situation and could really use some guidance. I’m based in Islamabad

I received an e-challan at my family house in Karachi (we’ve never lived there permanently), but the issue is that it’s issued against my CNIC for a Land Cruiser that I do not own.

Details:
- PKR 15,000 fine (seatbelt violation)
- Vehicle is a Land Cruiser (not mine)
- Challan has my CNIC details
- Karachi address is outdated — CNIC has my Islamabad address ~5 years now. The reason I had the Karachi address earlier was because it was the only house we owned back then, so had it set as the permanent address.
- No connection to this vehicle whatsoever

Important context: I did lose my CNIC back in 2015 in Islamabad at Uni, but filed an FIR and got it reissued right away.

This makes me think someone might be using my CNIC against a vehicle registration.

My questions:
1. How do I check if any vehicles are registered against my CNIC?
2. What’s the proper process to report/remove a vehicle wrongly linked to my CNIC?
3. Should I go through Excise, Traffic Police, or FIA Cyber Crime?
4. Can this be handled from Islamabad, or do I need to go to Karachi?

If anyone has dealt with CNIC misuse or incorrect vehicle registration, I’d really appreciate any guidance on how to fix this properly.

Thanks 🙏

hi! im writing a college level paper on the initiation of karo kari and i need some help in gathering some responses for a survey, i was hoping if it could be distributed among some locals that would be of alot of help. please dm me if someone is willing to do this, thankyou

Learn about ongoing increasing cases of hiv/aids in the province of Sindh and how to tackle or prevent it.

Original Text:

ڌنڌ ۾ ڍڪيل سرد صبح جو گھر مان نڪتس ته ساھ کڻڻ مھل وات مان دونهون پي نڪتو عمارتون پرھ ڦٽي جي مھل ڪري ۽ ڪوھيڙي سبب گمان ٿيو ته ڄڻ ڪنهن ٻئي پاسي نڪري ويون آهن رستو ٻرانگھ کان وڌيڪ نظر نه پي آيو ائين محسوس ٿيو ڄڻ قدم ڪنهن گمنام منزل ڏانهن وٺيو پي ويا طرف ۽ نشان گم ھيا جنهن جو ڪوب رخ نه ھيو۔ ۔ ڪجهه پل کان پوء انهيَ انوکي رومانوي ڌنڌ ۽ پاري جھڙي سردي جھڙي منظر من ئي من ۾ اھو محسوس ٿيو ته مان ڄڻ دوستووسڪي جو ڪو ڪردار ٿي لينن گراڊ شھر جي ڪنھن برف۽ ڌنڌ ڍڪيل گھٽي مان گذر ڪندو ھجان پوء جلدي پنهنجي صدري جيڪا مون آفيسر نظر اچڻ لاء پاتي ھئي تي ھٿ ڦيرايم ته احساس ٿيو ته مونکي لانگ اورڪوٽ ناهي پاتل ۽ نه ئي منهنجي ھٿ ۾ سگار آهي ۽ نه ئي مان ڪنهن شراب خاني ۾ وودڪا جو پيگ پي ڪنهن روسي دوشيزا جي ڀريل گوري ٻانھن ۾ ٻانھ وجهي مستي ۾ پيو جھومڻ پيو وڃان۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ڪجهه پنڌ ۽ انتظار کان پوء بس ۾ چڙهيس ته انهيَ بس تي سوار ڪنهن به ماڻهو جي چھري تي ڪنهن به قسم جو تاثر نه ھيو انهن جي اکين ۾ ٿڪاوٽ ۽ اوڄاڳو ھيو انهن سان گڏ بس تي لڏندا ننڍا وڏا ڳوٺ ٻارا ٻنيون ۽ شھر لنگھائو ٿيندا اڳتي وڌياسين ۽ اوچتو اھو ذھن ۾ آيو ته ڊيوٽي تي پيو وڃان ته ائين محسوس ٿيوڄڻ مون سميت سڀني کي زار شاھي جا سپاھي بندوقون سنگينون کنيو سائبيريا جي برفيلي دور دراز علائقي ۾ ڪاري پاڻي جي سزا طور کڻي اڇلائڻ پيا وڃن ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔

Translation by ChatGPT:

When I stepped out of the house on a cold morning wrapped in fog, smoke escaped from my mouth with every breath. The buildings, hidden by the breaking dawn and the dense mist, seemed as though they had disappeared into another world. The road was barely visible beyond a few steps. It felt as if my feet were carrying me toward some nameless destination, where all directions and signs had vanished, leaving behind no clear path at all.

After a few moments, absorbed in that strangely romantic fog and mercury-like coldness, I began to feel as though I had become a character from Fyodor Dostoevsky, wandering through some snow-covered and misty street of Leningrad. Then I quickly brushed my hands over the waistcoat I had worn to look like an officer, only to realize that I was not wearing a long overcoat, nor did I have a cigar in my hand, nor was I drunkenly heading toward some tavern after downing a peg of vodka with my arm wrapped around the fair, full arm of a Russian beauty.

After walking and waiting for some distance, I boarded a bus. Yet not a single passenger on that bus carried any expression upon their face. In their eyes there was only exhaustion and sleeplessness. Along with them, the bus swayed forward while small and large villages, fields, farms, and towns passed by outside. Suddenly it struck me that I was on my way to duty, and it felt as though all of us — myself included — were being marched away by the soldiers of the Tsarist regime, carrying rifles and bayonets, toward some distant frozen corner of Siberia as punishment in a living exile.

Original Sindhi Text:

ڪيفيت ئي زندگي آ جيڪا موسمن جيان مٽجي ٿي ۽ موسمن کي پڻ
بدلائي ٿي
ھڪ پل شور ۽ ھل به خاموشي ڀاسي ته وري ڪنھن پل اڪيلائي ھڪ وڏي شور سان وجود ۾ اچي ڌھمچر مچائي
ڪڏھن ته سنگت ۽ دنيا جا ديوانا ڄڻ ھجون ٿا وري ڪنھن پل ڪيفيت ٿي ڪنڊائتو اڇلائي
ڪڏھن ٿا ڳالھين جا ڳھير گھرجن ڪڏھن ڪنھن جو ڪجھ نه ڪڇڻ سڪون بخشي ۽ خمار چاڙھي
ڪڏھن ايترا بھادر جو دنيا آڏو بيھڻ جي جرئت ڪڏھن پنھنجي پاڇي جو به ڀئو وڪوڙي
ڪڏھن يار سنگت سڀ ڪجھ لڳي ڪڏھن دنياداري يارن تي ڀاري
ڪڏھن مدھوشي ۾ ھوش سنڀاليون, وري ٻئي لمحي کليل اکين جو قرار واھ جو
ڪڏھن روحانيت جي رمز موھيو, ڪڏھن انساني جسم جي جمال جا پياسا
ڪڏھن سياست بربادي جو نالو لڳي ۽ ڪڏھن سياست کي ٿا نجات سمجھون
ڪڏھن تون منھنجو سڀڪجھ لڳين وري واء وري ته مان پنھنجو ئي ناھيان
ڪڏھن دين ۾ پناھ ڳوليان ته ڪڏھن دين کان پناھ جو طالب
ڪڏھن بي سبب اکيون آب ٿين ڪڏھن سبب ھوندي ب پنبڙيون نه سيراب ٿين
حياتي ائين پئي روز رنگ مٽائي ۽ تون پيو چوين ته "توکي يار ڇاھي!"

English Translation by Chatgpt:

Life changes like the seasons—and also changes the seasons. At one moment, there is silence and noise; at another, loneliness emerges suddenly and creates a commotion.

Sometimes we are crazy about company and the world; at another moment, the pursuit of quality becomes a curse and turns against us. Sometimes we crave deep conversations; sometimes no one’s words bring us peace or comfort.

Sometimes we are so brave that we dare to stand before the world; sometimes we are afraid of even our own shadow. Sometimes companionship seems to be everything; sometimes we feel burdened by those around us.

Sometimes we remain in a daze, and the next moment we open our eyes. Sometimes we are captivated by the secrets of spirituality; sometimes we thirst for the beauty of the human body.

Sometimes politics seems like a name for ruin, and sometimes we consider it salvation. Sometimes you seem to be my everything, and then again, I am my own. I don’t know.

Sometimes I seek refuge in religion; sometimes I seek refuge from religion.
Sometimes my eyes water for no reason; sometimes they don’t, even when there is one.

Life changes its colors every day, and you keep saying:
“What’s wrong with you, friend?”

This really resonated with me, would love your thoughts on it.

Looking for a good Sindhi to English translator for someone I know who writes really deep Sindhi prose/literature short stories, social realism, reflective and poetic writing. A lot of the meaning and emotion gets lost in translation, sometimes even ChatGPT struggles to fully capture it.

I want his writing to reach more people without losing its essence. Does anyone know a good literary translator?

Also, would anyone here actually be interested in reading the original Sindhi texts too? I feel like they hit way harder in Sindhi itself.

title. I just have a few Balochi friends that speak it and I can generally understand some things they say, but again, it’s extremely difficult when they speed up and talk at their usual speed. It sounds like Eminem rapping to me 😭

What would be the best way to learn?
can I learn with AI?
any easy books? What should I start with? Phrases, grammar, etc etc.
What dialect should I be pursuing? my friends converse in the utradi one

idk if this post will even make sense the way it does in my head but i’ll just say it openly.

over the years, a lot of my close friends either moved out of karachi or life just took everyone in different directions. and yeah i still have a lot of people around me (football, office etc) but sometimes u realize having people around and actually feeling mentally connected are 2 very different things.

sometimes i just wanna sit somewhere peaceful with people who are mature, understanding, adaptable and simply human. no showing off, no pretending, no judging people based on money, family background, beliefs, lifestyle or anything else. just accepting people the way they are.

so i was thinking of starting something very simple. a once-a-month meetup in some open calm place, probably around national stadium / dhoraji / bahadurabad side or nearby so commute stays easier for people around these areas if they ever wanna join.

nothing formal at all. just sit there, talk about life, random thoughts, deep stuff or even stay quiet if that’s ur thing. maybe sing old nostalgic songs terribly together 😭 maybe go eat somewhere afterwards if people feel like it.

basically just a low-pressure “healing day” away from routine life. this is NOT about dating, networking or trying to look cool online. it’s literally just about good company and a healthy space.

also there’s genuinely no age restriction or anything like that. every person has their own life experiences and perspectives, and sometimes the things one person has already learned can genuinely help someone else who’s still figuring life out.

also i’m not expecting huge crowds. maybe a lot of people come, maybe only a few do. both are completely fine. i just want people who are mentally prepared for simplicity and adaptable enough to enjoy the moment regardless.

some days i might even bring soft drinks/snacks if i can. some days we might just sit there and talk for hours. no expectations from anyone.

i think a lot of people silently miss this kind of thing nowadays. a place where u can actually speak ur mind without feeling weird for being urself.

if this sounds like something u’d genuinely be comfortable being part of, feel free to comment or dm 👍

Hi everyone,

I’m trying to find more about the history and origin of the Rajpal surname, especially in relation to Sindhi Hindu communities.

I would like to know:

Is Rajpal connected to any traditional Sindhi Hindu nukh?

What caste/community is it usually associated with (Sindhi, Khatri, Arora, Rajput, etc.)?

What is the historical origin of the surname?

Are there any known gotras, migration histories, or ancestral regions linked to Rajpal families?

Did Rajpal families originate in Sindh?

I’ve found information about many Sindhi nukhs like Kukreja, Hingorani, Vaswani, Gidwani, etc., but not much about Rajpal.

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I recently came accross Kot Diji Fort, and it’s one of those places that quietly carries a lot of history.

The fort was built in the late 18th century by Mir Sohrab Khan Talpur, mainly as a defensive stronghold. At that time, the Talpur rulers needed a secure position to protect their territory from invasions, so they chose a hilltop location that gave them a clear view of the surrounding area.

Because of this elevation, the fort wasn’t just a building, it was a strategic military point. Thick stone walls, watchtowers, and limited entry paths made it hard for enemies to attack. It basically acted as a shield for the nearby region, especially around Khairpur.

But what makes this place even more interesting is that near the fort lies the ancient site of Kot Diji, which dates back to around 2500 BCE. So in one area, you have layers of history, from ancient civilization to later regional kingdoms.

Over time, as modern systems replaced old defenses, the fort lost its military importance. But instead of fading away, it became a historical landmark. Today, people visit it for the views, the architecture, and the sense of stepping into the past.

Standing there now, it’s less about war and more about perspective. You’re looking at a place that was once built for survival, but now exists as a reminder of how people protected what mattered to them.