Inside the mind of an immigrant
“They killed my brother,” Nano says it so softly that I can barely hear her. Her glassy eyes lock into mine and she half-smiles. I cuddle next to her in her cot and the warmth of her body spreads around mine. It's cold outside and we don't have a heater. We don’t even have electricity. … Continue reading The Honor Killing
Knock on every door you can! That's exactly what I've been doing for the past two years, but every door I knock on either disappears or it turns to steel. I find myself pounding so hard on that steel door that my knuckles become bruised and my fingers start to bleed. Sometimes I even yell … Continue reading Knocking on closed doors
The most damaging wars are the ones we fight with ourselves. When our mind transforms into a battlefield and our heart becomes a no-go zone. It's like we're torn between shooting emotions, bombarded with sentiments. We're ripped between reasons, opinions, and facts. And that is the moment where we lose all sense of what is … Continue reading Self-inflicted war
Mama walked ahead of me while my aunt trailed behind her. They were holding shopping bags in their hands that were filled with old t-shirts, pants, and shalwar kameez, my siblings and I refused to wear. "We shouldn't have bought her with us," my aunt said as she threw an angry glance at me. I … Continue reading Understanding suicide….
Sometimes I don't wake up to sunlight peeking through my windows. I wake up to a dark invisible cloud looming above my head. I don't hear the chirping of birds and the rustling of wind. I hear my own heart bashing against my chest and the blood surging through my veins, and it is in that … Continue reading A day with Anxitey….
