Inside the mind of an immigrant
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
Isn't it weird how sometimes you work so hard on something, just to be kissed by failure at the end? And it's not the soft, subtle kiss you find in those happy ever afters. It’s one of those kisses that makes your heart sink somewhere near your kidneys. The one that makes you doubt your … Continue reading The kiss of failure!