Inside the mind of an immigrant
"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
I was born in Pakistan; we moved to the United States when I was four years old. We moved back to Pakistan when I was seven years old, and we stayed there for about six years. We mostly lived in the city and would often go to our village over the summer break or on … Continue reading The knife and the curse
Depression is like an invisible demon that eats you from the inside until you’re hollow. It chews your mind like termites do until you’re empty. Depression doesn’t come to you with a warning. It slowly slithers in your mind and takes over. You become afraid of your own thoughts. You become your biggest enemy. Fear … Continue reading What does depression look like?
You’ve lightened up candles in churchesand knocked on temple doorsyou lowered your head in a mosqueand cried on synagogue floors You sat on prayer matsand on benches made of woodyou cried day and nightand did you everything you could You voyaged to Mecca and Medinaand knelt on the groundyou took a bath in gangabut tell … Continue reading But tell me, have you found God?
I love traveling. Any type of traveling. This includes my long voyage to my college, which is roughly about 40 minutes by train. It’s the thrill of seeing novel faces, the excitement of new -events- minus the fact that one time I was half an hour late to my bio-Chem final because some idiot pulled the emergency … Continue reading My trip to Italy