Am I that invisible as a Muslim woman?
Muslim girls and women are essentially invisible to most communities in the Western world. We are just characters in the background who...
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We are all museums of feelings we do not share with anyone except non judgemental and pure hearts.
But I am learning how to be brave to share the stories I have buried long inside me.
To take a plunge in becoming the storyteller of my dreams.
Here, I feed my old school nostalgia for writing stories.
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- Nov 25, 2022
Stillness is the most radical form of activism
It has been a long hiatus, and I am aware the more prolonged the radio silence, the connection tends to break with humans in the world of...
- Sep 26, 2022
Five years later, I stand inside an answered prayer.
People think I'm naive. They think me, and people like me who wear their hearts on their sleeves see the world through rose-tinted...
- Sep 10, 2022
Direction is more important than speed
Yesterday, I woke up to losing a very beloved family member. This morning, I lay in a narrow cylindrical container spanning a bore...
- Aug 25, 2022
Flowers can bloom where mountains have burned || resilience
It has been a while. I drove myself up to the mountains this morning because it felt like my soul was calling for a moment to slow down....
- Aug 4, 2022
I am afraid of failure
I have been ashamed to talk about this for a while now or maybe penning down my feelings meant admitting to myself that - I failed. In...
- Jul 26, 2022
Are you becoming the type of person you want to become?
Did I ever tell you how much I distasted the fragility of human relationships? How, overnight you could just stop loving a person who...
- Jul 20, 2022
Light the flame||reclaiming spaces
You gotta resurrect the deep pain within you and give it a place to live that's not within your body. Let it live in art. Let it live in...
- Jul 8, 2022
Where their voice still sounded like they loved me
I'll never be enough. For you. Or for anyone. It took years for my bones to learn this, and I have. Being the oldest girl in a South...
- Jul 2, 2022
To Karachi, with love.
Karachi knows how to keep you on your toes. It is an art this city has mastered. If I had to describe this feeling, it would be like...
- Jun 21, 2022
Learning to crawl in my tangled web of faith
Have you ever seen how a web of wires when accumulated together look like? Tangled. Messy. Unorganized. That is how my words have been...
- Jun 20, 2022
The tinted vision of grief|| a blessing in disguise.
Have you asked the strong people in your life how is their heart? Have you given them a chance to lower their guards, to open their soul?...
- Jun 16, 2022
Did you know friendships have the ability to extinguish borders Tasalli Se?
I don’t watch a lot of content more of a sunny day in the park, books, and podcasts kind of person. But then sometimes, I come across...
- Jun 14, 2022
Big Shoes. Small Shoes.
I have been wanting to write many odes. To the homes that have long slipped past away. That I have longed stopped looking for. I want to...
- Jun 4, 2022
I got comfortable being sad...
You are not circumstance. You are choice. You are an action, and reaction. There is a reason why my access point will be myself only. You...
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