Inside the mind of an immigrant
“It’s our anniversary,” she says so softly over the phone that I can barely hear her. “That’s amazing! Are you gonna celebrate?” I ask trying to sound gleeful even though it’s 4 am in the morning, and I’m sleepy. She doesn’t say anything and all I hear is her uneven breathing. “I’ve wasted eighteen years … Continue reading Wrenched anniversary
Why is it that sometimes… no matter how many mountains I climb, or how many oceans I sail, or how many bridges I burn I don’t see myself the way I want to. No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to rise to a place where I want to be. It’s like the … Continue reading Needing Validation
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!
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?
“Appi,” the little kid calls me out of respect. His name is Aman; he’s as old as my ten-year-old cousin, but he acts and talks like he’s older than me. “Haan.” I give him a quick glance to show him that I’m listening. All my other spoiled bratty cousins are holding onto juice boxes and … Continue reading Village life
