Inside the mind of an immigrant
Do you ever have those moments where everything that could go wrong, goes wrong? Where you're trying so hard to understand what role you had to play in this destruction, but you can't seem to find any. Where the sky breaks apart, and you're just standing there wondering why things are happening the way they … Continue reading Back to the starting point
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…
Keep your lips sealed and please don’t look away just listen to my voice there’s something I have to say maybe a couple of words locked behind this fear that if I break my silence you won’t be able to hear and yet again I choke with words as loud as screams hoping you would … Continue reading A failure’s plea
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…
