The Honor Killing

“They killed my brother,” Nano says it so softly that I can barely hear her. Her glassy eyes lock into mine and she half-smiles. I cuddle next to her in her cot and the warmth of her body spreads around mine. It's cold outside and we don't have a heater. We don’t even have electricity.... Continue Reading →

Knocking on closed doors

Knock on every door you can! That's exactly what I've been doing for the past two years, but every door I knock on either disappears or it turns to steel. I find myself pounding so hard on that steel door that my knuckles become bruised and my fingers start to bleed. Sometimes I even yell... Continue Reading →

Self-inflicted war

The most damaging wars are the ones we fight with ourselves. When our mind transforms into a battlefield and our heart becomes a no-go zone. It's like we're torn between shooting emotions, bombarded with sentiments. We're ripped between reasons, opinions, and facts. And that is the moment where we lose all sense of what is... Continue Reading →

Understanding suicide….

Mama walked ahead of me while my aunt trailed behind her. They were holding shopping bags in their hands that were filled with old t-shirts, pants, and shalwar kameez, my siblings and I refused to wear. "We shouldn't have bought her with us," my aunt said as she threw an angry glance at me. I... Continue Reading →

A day with Anxitey….

Sometimes I don't wake up to sunlight peeking through my windows. I wake up to a dark invisible cloud looming above my head. I don't hear the chirping of birds and the rustling of wind. I hear my own heart bashing against my chest and the blood surging through my veins, and it is in that... Continue Reading →

The art of confusion

Sometimes I think I'm dumb, but then I have to remind myself that I'm a student majoring in biochemistry. To say that I've received all A's would be an unorthodox lie. I've failed countless times but here I am trying to write a paper on Carl Schmitt. I know, this has nothing to do with... Continue Reading →

High School- An old memory.

High School. A pain in the arse. Especially if you're not even a student anymore. It's hectic. It's like you're standing in front of the same teachers and the same consulars all over again, but the only problem is, is that you're being scolded like you've cut class to hang out with those kids who... Continue Reading →

I am a Hero

I am a hero. A vigilante. I tell this to myself every time I stand in front of the mirror. I can see my invisible cape and the skin colored mask covering my face. I am strong. I tell this to myself every time I find my thoughts slipping away into an empty abyss. No!... Continue Reading →

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