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SPOTLIGHT : ALL EYES ON NEELOFAR
Fawad Khan and Mahira Khan enact a game of hide and seek in a field that has turned golden by the rays of the winter sun.
She is Neelofar, a girl who cannot see, and he is Mansoor Ali Khan, a celebrated poet enraptured by the girl who has stumbled into his life. In a scene that has been played out in the teasers and in the songs preceding their upcoming film Neelofar’s release, she playfully blindfolds him. He searches for her, perhaps gaining a whiff of understanding about what it must be like to be devoid of sight and to have to be guided by his remaining four senses. When he finally does get a hold of her, they hug, and then stumble and fall to the ground.
The movie’s director and writer, Ammar Rasool, is excited — this was the moment that his filmmaking dreams were made of.
“The fall after they hug was not part of the script,” he says. “When they fell, their expressions were so natural and, thankfully, we managed to capture it all on film. We decided that they would deliver their remaining dialogues lying down.
Neelofar, a film about an unusual romance that is set to be released in cinemas on November 28, is a far cry from Fawad Khan and Mahira Khan’s previous projects together, and promises to have audiences seeing them in a completely different light
“As filmmakers, we always hope that something special will happen all on its own. When everything falls into place — the weather, the location, the actors, the story, the camera crew — the cinema fairy sprinkles a little magic dust.”
It’s a poetic account, in keeping with how Neelofar promises to be: a feel-good movie laced with beauty, romance and poetry, featuring the country’s most popular on-screen couple.
“I didn’t realise just how exciting it is for the audience to see Fawad and Mahira together on-screen again,” laughs Ammar. “It was only when I started reading comments on the internet that I would get this wide smile on my face. I had no idea that this is how things are.”
It is evident, though, that Neelofar will be a far cry from the two actors’ past projects together. It doesn’t seem to be an emotional melodrama, such as the hugely popular TV serial Humsafar, and nor is it reminiscent of the action-packed remake of The Legend of Maula Jutt, a cult classic. This makes sense, though. The pair’s return to screen needed to be markedly different in order to avoid comparisons with their past hits and allow the audience to see them in a new light.
Ammar confirms this. “There are movies which may have action or socio-political commentaries with a love story woven into the plot. Neelofar is not like that. This is simply a love story with Neelofar’s inner beauty at the centre of the movie. She is not jaded by the cards that life has dealt her, and it is her joy, curiosity, bravery and openness that draw Mansoor Ali Khan to her.
It is said that it is an actor’s biggest longing to play a character who can’t see. Perhaps it is because we have seen so many great actors play such roles. So, Neelofar is a dream role for me, but this isn’t only because she is visually impaired. There is much more to the character, to the story,” says Mahira Khan.
“This is what Mahira brings to the character. I have heard people say that an actor can completely become a character, but I don’t think that this is entirely possible. Every individual has an inner beauty and, when they act, it acts like a colour that has been added to them, like watching them through a tinted glass. I feel that Mahira brings her inner beauty and love for life to this character, and her portrayal of Neelofer is dependent, to a large extent, on what she is like in real life.”
Ammar continues: “She really worked hard on her character, and would always be worrying about playing it correctly. She, as well as us, all knew that, for the story to be believable, she would have to make the audience believe that Neelofar is visually impaired.”
Meeting Mahira Khan at a press conference organised before the movie’s release, I pose a question to her: was the notion of playing a visually impaired girl intimidating? “Yes, obviously,” she nods, adding, “It is said that it is an actor’s biggest longing to play a character who can’t see. Perhaps it is because we have seen so many great actors play such roles. So, Neelofar is a dream role for me, but this isn’t only because she is visually impaired. There is much more to the character, to the story.
“I got over the role’s intimidation by doing all that I could. I met two visually impaired girls and, at some point, while spending time with them, I realised that I had been so wrong about how someone who can’t see behaves. They are brave and curious and their remaining senses are extremely sharp. They rely on [their inner] energy in order to make judgements.”
She gestures vaguely around her, “For example, why do I like this person sitting next to me? It can’t be his or her face, because I can’t see that, so it has to be something that I feel.”
At this point, Fawad, sitting next to her, interjects, “So what’s the energy that you feel right now?”
Mahira laughs. “I think it is really good energy. I like it when you’re in a good, fun mood — my favourite kind of Fawad!”
The virality of the images and videos surfacing on social media during Neelofar’s promotion feature Fawad and Mahira laughing, taking selfies, visiting crowded college campuses and taking city-wide bus rides, all of which are a testament to how well-loved the actors’ on-screen pairing is.
Individually, they can inspire unbridled excitement amongst fans, and this is not surprising in the least. Mahira is considered iconic not just because of the repertoire of her work but also because of the manner in which she conducts herself on public platforms and how she interacts with her fans. Meanwhile, Fawad is known for his acting, and he too has a strong and loyal fan following. They are both extremely glamorous, well-dressed and articulate. It is no wonder, then, that there is a special kind of hype that builds when they reunite on-screen, especially in a movie that promises to be a pure romance.
Ammar says, “There is a lot of joy within the storyline. It isn’t the sort of movie where you’ll feel bad for the female lead because she can’t see. Mahira and I met a lot of visually impaired people during our research, and they were all insistent that we should not show them as pitiful, because they are individuals who are living full lives in their own special way.”
He adds: “I also have to credit Fawad, who came on board as executive producer. His input as I developed the script and the characters was invaluable. I don’t think there is anyone else like Fawad in the industry. As this is my debut feature film, I don’t know many people in the film industry, except for those I worked with in Neelofar. I was this relative nobody who came to Fawad with an idea — and it was an odd cookie of an idea, which wasn’t like the usual commercial movie — and for him to love it so much that he put his money, name and face behind it… a lot of people would not have the courage to do something like this. He made his own exceptional contributions to the story.”
In his capacity as the movie’s producer and lead actor, does Fawad think that Neelofar was delayed too much? A large chunk of the movie was shot before the onslaught of the coronavirus pandemic. “All’s well that ends well,” he smiles. “Yes, maybe we should have released it sooner, but a lot was going on. There was Covid-19 to deal with, and then everyone was busy with a lot of other work.”
Mahira adds, “Earlier, I was perhaps the most eager to see Neelofar released, but now that I think about it, this was the right time for its release.”
Did Fawad imagine Mahira in the titular role as soon as he read the script? “The first choice is always the director’s,” he says. “He named her and then, yes, we unanimously decided that we should ask Mahira to play the role.”
Mahira jumps in: “When we both first got the script, Fawad hadn’t come on board yet as the movie’s producer. A friend of mine had sent the script to me, telling me that the director really wanted to cast me as Neelofar. Back then, the movie was called Garmi Ki Chhutiyan [Summer Vacation]!”
But the movie is very clearly shot in Lahore in the winter, I point out.
“Yes,” says Fawad. “It was too hot to shoot in the summer, and so we shot in the winter. But ‘Sardi Ki Chhutiyan’ [Winter Vacation] are too short, so we eventually decided to name the movie Neelofar.”
Mahira recalls, “I loved the story as soon as I heard it. Especially the premise — that there is this poet who is going through writer’s block and he bumps into this girl who is visually impaired and how she changes her life and inspires him and he changes hers. It all takes place over a few days in Lahore.”
It seems that Lahore has a special character to play in the movie. “Lahore has so many flavours,” opines Fawad. “It’s almost Parisian in the winter, especially if you go down Mall Road and you’re surrounded by colonial architecture. I feel that it is the quintessential city of romance.”
Is he speaking from experience? I broach personal territory. Fawad smiles. “Yes, I fell in love with my wife in Lahore in the winter. It was at a restaurant on a foggy evening. Back then, Lahore used to have foggy winters, and it was like love was in the air. Now we have smog.”
Mahira interjects: “That’s typical Fawad! He takes you somewhere special and then drags you back to reality.” He clearly finds this funny. There’s plenty of Fawad’s ‘fun side’ to be seen during the Neelofar promotions.
For Ammar Rasool, the city that he calls home — Lahore — was the ‘natural fit’ for the love story that he was writing. “There are a lot of classic movies where the city and its character are an integral part of the narrative — Casablanca, Roman Holiday, Before Sunrise…” He ticks off a list.
“In Neelofar, the character of the city of Lahore forms the ideal backdrop to the love story.”
He adds, “I remember that we visited one film distributor and he suggested to us, ‘Film mein paharron ki saer karwayein’ [Take a trip to the mountains in this film]. I walked out, knowing that I would not be able to make him understand the kind of story I wanted to tell.”
While Neelofar’s promotions have understandably revolved around its two main leads, the movie also features an extensive cast, including Behroze Sabzwari, Atiqa Odho, Sarwat Gillani, Madiha Imam, Gohar Rasheed, Navid Shehzad and Rashid Farooqui. “I did this movie for Fawad,” said Behroze Sabzwari at the press conference, and his opinion was echoed by Atiqa Odho.
When Icon caught up with Madiha Imam — who plays Fawad’s manager in the movie — at the press conference, she talked about happily signing on for the role despite not being a lead. You play the lead in TV dramas, I point out. She replies, “Yes, but when you have such an amazing team come together, with Fawad Khan and Mahira Khan as the leads, how can you say no? It was also on my priority list to work with Fawad. Besides, I knew that my character would have something worthwhile to do in the film, and I would get the chance to perform. I enjoyed that.”
While the Fawad Khan-Mahira Khan pairing may be Neelofar’s trump card, the box office is a fickle beast, and there needs to be more to a movie to ensure box office success. Neelofar may be walking off the beaten track, eschewing dhol dhamaka and the usual commercial tropes, but it may just be a romantic escape into a fog-laden Lahore, to the tune of a lilting soundtrack composed by Zeeshan Vicky Haider.
“One of my favourite writers, Milan Kundera, writes in his book The Unbearable Lightness of Being, that different people yearn to be seen by different looks,” says Ammar Rasool. “There are some who want everyone’s eyes to be on them and they are celebrities. There are those who particularly want the eyes of their acquaintances to be on them and these people are defined as hosts or social butterflies. And then there are those who just yearn for the eyes of the person they love. These people are lovers.”
I wait for him to connect the dots.
“I found this fascinating. In Neelofar, Mansoor is a celebrity and the world’s eyes are on him, but then he finds someone, falls in love with her, and starts caring the most about her eyes. But she can’t see. That’s how the characters evolve.”
How poetic. In one of the teasers, Mansoor and Neelofar indulge in banter and flirt while playing a game of bait-baazi [verse contest]. Very romantic. Very good looking. Neelofar’s trump cards, so far. But one gets the feeling that the movie will have a lot more to offer than just those.
Published in Dawn, ICON, November 23rd, 2025
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Wonder Craft: Paper cup dustbin – Newspaper
Recycling things is one of those habits that makes you feel proud, like you did something good without trying too hard and also helped the environment.
We all have things lying around, some in use, some totally useless, and half the time we don’t even notice them. So one random moment, a thought came into my mind: why not turn a paper cup into something useful instead of throwing it away? And then I came up with making this tiny DIY craft dustbin from a simple paper cup. It’s a small, fun idea that actually “works” and looks cute on the table. Let’s start making.
Things you need:
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Two paper cups (you can also use plastic)
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Scotch tape
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Scissors
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Craft stick one
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Pencil
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Glue stick
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Two pieces of coloured paper (green and any other colour)
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Hot glue (optional)
Directions:
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Put the cup upside down on any coloured paper (other than green). Trace a circle around the rim with a pencil and cut it out; pictures 2 and 3.
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Take another paper cup and cut off the curved top part along with about one centimetre of the cup below it; see pictures 4 and 5. This trimmed cup will go inside the main cup later.
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Cut a cup-wrap shape from green paper. Then cover the outside of the main cup with a glue stick; pictures 6 and 7.
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Make a small slit at the bottom of the cup, with scissors or a paper cutter, just big enough for a craft stick to slide in easily; pictures 8 and 9.
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On the craft stick, measure about one inch from one end, flatten the curved sides and paste the flattened part down one inch from one side of the remaining stick; see pictures 10 and 11.
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Carefully push the smaller end of the stick into the slit at the bottom of the cup, leaving the longer part of the stick outside; see picture 12.
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Now insert the smaller cut cup (the one we trimmed earlier) inside the main cup; picture 13.
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Take the circle you cut from the coloured paper in step 1, place it on top of your dustbin as a lid and tape it on from one side with scotch tape. When you press the stick outside, the inner cup lifts upward and the lid opens just like the real dustbins; see picture 14.
Isn’t it amazing and cute DIY?
The writer can be contacted at ithecraftman@gmail.com
Published in Dawn, Young World, December 6th, 2025
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Story time : The veiled robber – Newspaper
My school had taken us to the State Bank Museum as part of its educational field trip programme. I was on cloud nine, as I had a keen interest in finance and how the commerce and banking system operate. My friends had brought snacks for the trip and we enjoyed them along with constant giggles and commotion. The view was mesmerising as we passed the beach, watching the waves seamlessly crash into the sand.
As we reached our destination, my eyes immediately locked onto the massive building. It was a fine piece of stone and brick, with the marble shimmering in the distance. I noticed the lead used for the windows and the concrete shaping the entrance. According to the guide, the materials used in designing and building this colossal structure had been imported from England and Italy decades ago and had been well preserved ever since.
The air conditioner’s cool air greeted us as we entered the museum’s premises. The guide showed us a presentation about money and how it had evolved over the decades. After that, we were escorted to a room with large paintings.
They resembled Roman mosaics and contained a great deal of colour and detail. I learnt that the paintings explained how commerce worked in ancient times through barter trading and then gold. Agriculture was also visible in the paintings, highlighting its significance, and then modern-day banknotes and vaults were also depicted. We looked at a few other paintings, but quickly began to feel listless, as did the others; only a true artist could comprehend and appreciate the effort put into them, which we were not.
Moving on, we entered a room filled with glass cases. They contained numerous coins of various colours and sizes. Different figures were engraved on them and they looked fascinating. Alongside them were ancient forms of money, such as seashells, miniature clay tablets and so on.
“These are ancient relics spanning from the kingdoms in India, such as the Guptas and Dravidians, to the Muslim and Mongol empires,” explained the guide.
I scanned the cases, pondering how each ruler was so eager to have their face minted on the coins of their kingdoms. I came across old banknotes as well, dating back to the time the British ruled India. The banknotes had pictures of King George of England on them and I felt as if I had teleported back in time, especially since the interior of the museum also resembled a British building from the post–World War II era.
The guide then led us to a hall decorated with stamps and posters collected over the past century. Looking at posters and stamps doesn’t really float my boat, so I slipped out of the crowd.
Suddenly, something peculiar caught my attention. Bizarre sounds were echoing from a room and curiosity gripped me. I made my way towards it. A person was inside, their face obscured by a veil. I was puzzled as to whether the figure was male or female, but I was determined to uncover their identity. Just then, I couldn’t control myself and sneezed.
The figure spun around and noticed me. I held my composure, keeping my eyes locked on the mysterious person, and spotted a rope within my reach. My heart began racing, yet I steadied myself and flung the rope at the individual’s feet, causing them to trip. The veil came off and, dumbfounded, I scratched my head briefly.
It was Elvis Presley standing there, staring at me!
“That man died decades ago… so how could he be right before my eyes?” I wondered.
Immediately, I smelt rubber and understood what had transpired. Without thinking twice, I yanked at his face. He resisted, but due to my dogged persistence, he had nowhere to run.
After relentless effort, I managed to pull the mask off and before me stood the manager of the bank. My jaw dropped.
My school teachers and students, along with the security, had gathered as I had caused quite a commotion. The manager was arrested on the spot and after a few inquiries, the police informed our school that he had been after the ancient relics. He had calculated their approximate worth ever since he assumed office. The value ran into the billions, and he was planning to steal it all under the guise of being manager.
The security forces and museum staff thanked me, and my school was notified that the executive board, as well as I, had been invited to the capital for a state dinner celebrating this remarkable achievement. I was to be awarded a medal and recognised as a national hero.
Published in Dawn, Young World, December 6th, 2025
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Story time : Finding your tribe! – Newspaper
“Guys, wait for me!” I called to my friends as I was packing my bag.
They didn’t seem to want to wait and just kept walking. I caught up with them, but they looked pretty miffed about me buzzing around them. They finally heaved a sigh of relief when I headed towards another door, as we went through different gates, me to the van area and they to the car parking.
We were a group of five, that perfect gang that was fit to be on a drama cast. We had the innocent Mishal, the sassy Bismah, the fashionista Rumaissa, the quiet Aliza and, of course, the high scorer (I’m only admitting this for a good intro), me. We had been together since day one of this year. But now, they were ignoring me.
Okay, so a little fact about me: I’ve always been ready to please people, ready to adjust. I make friends with everyone, though I kind of prefer if they are a bit like me.
Being totally unaware of why I was being ignored, I started guessing the reason. Obviously, I thought it was because I always wore desi clothes while hoodies and T-shirts made up most of their wardrobe. I assumed it was because I was a bit behind on trends. So, determined to change things back to normal, I decided to show that I was hurt.
I started getting quieter in class, more distant. I don’t know how I actually looked, but I might have done a great job; my classmates were asking what was wrong. But my friends weren’t. They were too busy in their own lives. All except Bismah, though. She always made me feel like I mattered.
It was just an ordinary science class when the teacher asked us to divide into groups of four for a project. The marks would be added to the final exams, so, for once, our class was taking it seriously.
“Hey, let’s do it together,” Bismah whispered. I nodded fervently. “Though we need two more members…” she trailed off.
“You can ask Mishal and Aliza,” I offered. I seriously thought that would do the trick. And it did.
We worked hard for a week, our WhatsApp chats flooded with ideas and documents. We actually got a pretty good grade, and I thought everything was back to normal, that we were travelling back to Friendshipville.
But the second we walked out of the classroom, they forgot I was there. Only Bismah stayed by my side. It was tempting to wave my arms and say, “Hello? You guys know I exist or was I only real for doing hard work so you could get a good grade?!”
But I didn’t say anything. I never do. I was officially replaced in my gang by Zunaira, Amira and Hannah. I just went into a loop of endless confusion and sprained trust.
It was just luck that one day, when our teacher shuffled our seats, I got a seat next to Zara, Maryam and Friha.
Zara was the cricket expert, like seriously, The Cricket Expert. She could hit ten sixes in a row and won us every match against other classes. Maryam was the music fan, the one who is a bit annoying and sarcastic, but a very good friend. Friha was the class buddy, always checking in with everyone and providing emotional support.
They had always supported me. Once, I was hesitant about talking about a particular thing because I thought people would think I was weird or cringe. Maryam and Friha had towered above me (even though I’m taller than both of them).
“Seriously, Fatimah, stop worrying who will think what,” Maryam said.
“Life’s too short to worry. What has to happen, has to happen,” Friha added, grinning.
Zara, as usual, was ready to distract my mind with a cricket bat in her hand.
They always stayed by me, never letting me feel alone in a crowd. They always made sure they had an endless supply of humour and comebacks for me. I was very hesitant about playing sports, but one day after a random game of throwball with them, I got so much encouragement.
“You should play a whole lot more, maybe even consider entering school matches,” Zara had said.
“Maybe… I don’t know. I just like playing with you guys. Thanks, though,” I had replied, grinning.
I always felt scared about setting boundaries with other people. But my new friends had already asked to set some rules. They made sure I wasn’t hiding anything that was bothering me.
I tried my best to be there for them as well. I remember that during the class party, Maryam had been freaking out because a girl in another class had worn the exact same dress as her.
“Please, relax,” I had hissed while she muttered about being accused of copying. “She has a different print on hers. No one has time to notice.”
I still talked to my old group, smiled at them and stayed friendly, especially with Bismah, who I still text, because I hadn’t really left them. I had just let them be more complete without me, more perfect without me. And honestly, I agree. They seem better off without me.
Sometimes there are places where you fit, but there are places where you fit even better. Sometimes it’s hard to let go, but sometimes, you have to.
I did, and now, when I see Mishal, Rumaissa, Bismah, Aliza, Zunaira, Amira and Hannah goofing around, I realise I not only found new friends, but I also let them be themselves more freely without me there, accidentally ruining their vibe.
I get it, it’s hard. But once you do it, chances are you’ll cherish your decision.
Stop running after people, stop depending on them.
See the people who trust you, who make you feel you have a place in their hearts.
Because they, I must say, might be the ones who are truly yours.
Published in Dawn, Young World, December 6th, 2025
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