There isn’t much I can do to help my part of the world. I’m sure there are people who love every little thing about this region.However, when I look around me I only see the stark contrast between the countries I grew up and the country of my birth. The past few months of living… Continue reading The Third World Native Country That Needs You
Silence. Silenced by fear. I’m afraid for my life, for my family, for my home. And because of this fear I cannot go out and knock on every door in my neighborhood and ask them to come help me. I cannot ask them to open their eyes and see. I cannot ask them to come… Continue reading Don’t Silence Me
Sit down. Just sit down. No, wait, go lie down. Please! You really need it. For your own sake, for your children’s sake. Stop trying to get back up again. I know its really hard to wait for your body to get back in gear. But you know what? That feeling, that exasperation, that, “Its… Continue reading If the new baby tires you, do this…
If there ever were a forgetter… That’s me. I forget everything. It’s only getting worse with time, and I’m not even that old! When I met my husband the first time I couldn’t remember my name. Now I can’t remember my children’s names, I mix them up all the time. I used to walk over… Continue reading 5 Tips to Getting Things Done for Forgetful People
Oh Allah, you finally gave me wings, please let me fly. Ameen. As an asian girl I was taught that submissiveness is an admirable quality. Serving others takes you to Jannah and that strong people are only hurtful and insensitive. I grew up thinking that I should be weak. Any sign of strength that I… Continue reading Time To Be Strong
So if I’m really busy, I can’t hear the rickshaws outside. Don’t get me wrong, I love rickshaws, my kids cry if we call for the Uber cars instead of the Uber rickshaws. They consider the trips pure fun. I’m not talking about the rickshaws actually. This is all about stark contrast. Despite the age… Continue reading A Pakistani Illusion
Home is where the heart is… What a cliche. I never realised it was possible to be lulled into stagnation. I have never lived in one place long enough to really feel a sense of permanence. I broke the record though. I have been moving from house to house and city to city for as… Continue reading Where is home?