Inside the mind of an immigrant
I don't feel hopeless. But neither do I feel hopeful. I feel nothing at all. And I don’t know what to do. I think the worst moments in life are when you feel completely numb. When your brain just shuts off to everything, including pain. Pain is good, because at least with pain you feel … Continue reading Losing the ability to feel
I don't usually make a list about the things I should do or the things I want to change about myself for the new year. It doesn't make sense why I need an entire year to change. Why wait? Why not just do it now. The new year won't change until I do. But maybe … Continue reading My New Years Resolution
“Appi,” the little kid calls me out of respect. His name is Aman; he’s as old as my ten-year-old cousin, but he acts and talks like he’s older than me. “Haan.” I give him a quick glance to show him that I’m listening. All my other spoiled bratty cousins are holding onto juice boxes and … Continue reading Village life
Do you ever have those moments where everything that could go wrong, goes wrong? Where you're trying so hard to understand what role you had to play in this destruction, but you can't seem to find any. Where the sky breaks apart, and you're just standing there wondering why things are happening the way they … Continue reading Back to the starting point
When I was young, and we lived in Pakistan, Mama would have to drive us everywhere because my dad was living here in the US. Women driving in Pakistan isn't common, especially not in the villages. Mama would wrap her head and bury her face beneath a scarf whenever she drove to our village. People … Continue reading Understanding circumstances