Inside the mind of an immigrant
I gave you birthbut I did not give you life.You are not mine.You do not belong to me.I do not own you.You are nothing less than a miracle.A reason for me to celebrate.You are an amanat (gift) form Allah (SWT). An infinite, irreplaceable treasure that fills my soul with light every time your face crosses … Continue reading A mothers letter
People drink alcohol to get drunk, I drink chai (tea). I'm not the only one though. Chai has a very important significance in our culture. I’m from Pakistan by the way. Chai is a way of bonding. A way of letting go of grudges and anger. It's a way of putting your heart and mind … Continue reading The importance of chai
The blood slowly dripped from his gaping wound He yelled in pain as he fell to the ground He heard the screams of his brothers ahead “Go on without me was what he had said.” They were his people, he couldn’t let them die He felt those bullets rip him from the inside He slowly … Continue reading palestine
Bleeding on the inside with no blood.Hurting badly but having no visible wounds.Aching like hell but there is no noticeable injury.You feel every excruciating second, but you don’t have time.You’ve done no physical work, but you feel so tired that all you want to do is sleep.Your thoughts move faster than photons and yet they … Continue reading Having anxiety is like:
Dear same same I don't remember the first time we met because we were just kids running around in the park trying not to be it But I do remember the times you would call whenever you were free or the times you drove all the way just to see me You got me flowers … Continue reading A Letter to my Husband
