Inside the mind of an immigrant
Do you ever become so tired of fighting that you willingly give into failure? You stab yourself in the back so no one else would have the chance to do it. You fall to your knees, clench your teeth as tightly as you can and scream until your own voice gives up on you and … Continue reading Giving into failure…
I have a phobia of elevators and of tight spaces. I'm also scared of animals and sometimes of thunder… and of being alone and the list goes on. But the one thing that makes me cage my heart behind thick metal bars is commitment. I'm even terrified of the word, like saying it out loud … Continue reading Commitment
I was born in Pakistan, and I came to the US when I was 4 years old. It's been a back and forth journey ever since. The fastest I've solved a Rubix cube is thirty seconds. I'm learning how to play the guitar (and so far, I’ve mastered twinkle-twinkle little star). I'm learning how to … Continue reading Random facts about me…
It's just one of those days where you feel empty, almost hollow. Like a part of you is missing or is yanked out by the events taking place around you. You're trying to make sense of everything, but you can't seem to do that because everything is just mashed together in one big pile. If … Continue reading Feeling empty…
Around a month ago there was a shooting in a Mosque in New Zealand, and today there was a bombing in a church, on Easter, in Sri Lanka. I try not to look at the news it gets me overwhelmed. I don't want to know how many people died or how many are injured. It … Continue reading Faith in Humanity
