Inside the mind of an immigrant
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…
"I had Hindu friends." My Nano (grandma) who has Alzheimer’s says, wiping away a tear that rolls down her cheek. She looks at me and smiles. "A few of them we're Sikh and Christian too, and we would sit on the roof, on wooden cots and talk until the sun sunk behind the horizon, or … Continue reading The snake and Nano’s Alzheimer’s
When I was young, and we lived in Pakistan, Mama would have to drive us everywhere because my dad was living here in the US. Women driving in Pakistan isn't common, especially not in the villages. Mama would wrap her head and bury her face beneath a scarf whenever she drove to our village. People … Continue reading Understanding circumstances
I'm standing on the balcony of my uncle’s house in our village, staring at the mountains far into the distance. Over there, close to the horizon are the lush valleys of Kashmir. The white clouds, above me, seem to be colliding with one another as if playing a failing game of tag. "Salina, take the … Continue reading How many people will you save? (Pakistan trip-2016)
