Two days ago, I was walking to the parking lot after having an intense conversation with an old friend about something that was weighing on her and I started laughing to myself. It has been a week of intense conversations with friends about trauma, ageing, anxiety, quality of life and work, loss of money, loves... Continue Reading →
I think that my reluctance to blog regularly will save me from my own feelings and from occupying space in the social order. Of course, that is happening only in my mind. I want to save myself from voicing the fact that I know we are living through collapse of society around us, however the... Continue Reading →
Currently, I am surrounded by women who have taken on too much and they need help. How do I know this? I am one of them. At the recent Eid Daawat in my home, my childhood friend and her husband helped with a lot of the hosting, serving food and drinks, and cleaning up afterwards.... Continue Reading →
A couple of weeks ago, a friend said to me that they had been struggling to be themselves for many months. It has stuck with me because, in more than one way, it has also been the battle I've been waging in my own life. I have had to change many things, but the fight... Continue Reading →
I bring out an old bottle of transparent nail varnish and polish my nails with it to dissuade myself from biting my nails close to the skin. It hurts when I touch the keyboard, wash the thousandth vessel of the day, and when I accidentally graze my hands against the desk. I pray with the... Continue Reading →
Once upon a time, foster father showed me a photograph of Robert Frost's house which he visited while in the U.S. The photo looked like the angels in the heavens had taken up the place as a pet project and done it up in the most precious leaves, barks of trees, and pristine water for... Continue Reading →
Ephesus *This is a real-life story. It has some gaps, which will require some imagination on the reader's part. This story has been transcribed after it was told to me in bits and parts, orally. The names of characters have been changed. Apologies in advance for the bad narration.* In 1943, a Jewish refugee from... Continue Reading →
What I brought back from the recent excursion... Hover over the image to control the speed of the slide show.
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