Inside the mind of an immigrant
But I am not God! I know, but you can be the answer to someone else's call you can be the net to someone else's fall. You can be the shade to someone else's rain and you can be the salve to someone else’s pain. You don't need to be a superhero to wipe away … Continue reading But I am not God!
"It's okay." "It'll be alright." Your lips are moving but your words aren't reaching me. I'm trying so hard to grasp onto the letters spewing out of your mouth, but they slip from between my ears like sand does in a closed palm. I can’t comprehend what you’re saying. Don’t raise your voice, it’ll only … Continue reading Will it actually be okay?
It's been a long road I know I haven't done you any good but - our ways are parting now forgive me if you could. I know I've let you down because now I'm sinking deep watching you fade away into a dreamless sleep. There’s so much I could have done to ease this walk … Continue reading A farewell from life…
Every time I’m at the verge of giving up, my mom slaps sense into me. Literally. Her hand is so heavy that she could send me back to Pakistan with the flick of her finger. But every time I say, “I can’t do this.” She makes that face where she clenches her jaw and her … Continue reading Is giving up an option?
I’m a disgrace. A flaw. An error. I know this because I’m not a doctor, or lawyer or an engineer. I have a bachelors in biochemistry but besides that, I’m nothing special. I come from a degrading, toxic culture that praises career as if it’s a rank. As if it’s a cast. And according to … Continue reading I am not special
