Ever since I was young, I remember always being pushed back. I remember being behind the curtains and never on the front line. I remember being scared of love and affection. Everything was always about my cousins and how beautiful their drawings are, and how cute they look. That made me very insecure. I love … Continue reading Why I write
The worst kind of pain is the one where you can't express yourself. Where words transform into tears and your voice starts to crack. You feel that lump in your throat and it expands with every passing second. Where your heart is bleeding and you can't tell anyone. Where you have so many people around … Continue reading Understanding pain
"Tell me how you feel?"you ask me so calmly that I find my tongue slippingI open my mouthbut instead the tears start dripping. I want to tell you everything,but I'm afraid of this internal stormI shake my headbecause the words don't seem to form. I stare ahead wishingyou could look into my eyesand see all … Continue reading Refusing to quit the race
In Pakistan or in the Pakistani culture I've noticed that women aren’t allowed to leave the house and even if they are the atmosphere and society won't let them. There’s too much misogyny. Don’t get me wrong there are things about the Pakistani culture that are beautiful, like making sure the family sticks together through … Continue reading Losing Freedom
My mom had thyroid problems and she had a surgery. I don’t know the details but I know she said she had hypothyroidism. Hypothyroidism is when your thyroid gland can’t produce enough thyroid hormone to keep the body running. Thyroid hormone regulate the body's metabolic rate controlling heart, muscle and digestive function, brain development and … Continue reading Fat shaming….