If you know I see dreams higher than the sapphire alluring sky, then why do you dig my grave in your atrocious mind.
Author: A. Rinum
I was born in Pakistan, and I moved to the US when I was four years old. From the rural villages of Pakistan to the buildings of New York. Come take a glimpse into my life.
The beauty of suffering!
Why is it that sometimes our path is crystal clear, but our eyes become clouded? Why do we become so hollow when everything around us is supposed to fill us up? That’s how I feel right now, like a huge chunk of me is missing, or maybe I ripped it out. Maybe because I was … Continue reading The beauty of suffering!
To my unborn daughter:
To my unborn daughter: Never shall I tell you That your worth is lesser than any other person’s
How many people will you save? (Pakistan trip-2016)
I'm standing on the balcony of my uncle’s house in our village, staring at the mountains far into the distance. Over there, close to the horizon are the lush valleys of Kashmir. The white clouds, above me, seem to be colliding with one another as if playing a failing game of tag. "Salina, take the … Continue reading How many people will you save? (Pakistan trip-2016)
High School- An old memory.
High School. A pain in the arse. Especially if you're not even a student anymore. It's hectic. It's like you're standing in front of the same teachers and the same consulars all over again, but the only problem is, is that you're being scolded like you've cut class to hang out with those kids who … Continue reading High School- An old memory.
