My life has purpose. It has meaning. It’s tailor made. Meticulously structured by the One for my benefit. Everything that happens to me has a reason behind it. Sometimes I know it, and sometimes I don’t. It’s not important to always know why something happened – although if I observe, I can usually tell. It’s a gut feeling that comes with Continue reading “Heart”
I remember my first steps into Islam – my Islam. I can never dismiss, let alone forget, that period in my life – the despair, the feeling of being completely lost, the need to press the restart button in my life. I quite literally felt I was being Continue reading “Reiteration”
How are we already at the end of the first week of November?
I have never experienced a year fly by as fast as 2016 is, and yet I’ve never felt recent months to be as slow as they could possibly be. I look at the date on the calendar when I need to, but I don’t register it’s significance in the grand scheme of things. That is due to either of two things: All I want to do is Continue reading “Survival”
The thing that never fails to surprise me is how easy it is for my life to get stuck in a seemingly endless repetitive loop. I want the fundamentals like my relationships and career to be stable and predictable in the sense that you’re not living out of fear of it bidding you unexpected farewells.
But I’m also not one for living a mundane life.
As much as I absolutely love being a Continue reading “Carpe Diem”
“She wears a scarf on her head. Ofcourse she’s more religious than you.”
“She wears a scarf on her head but she was speaking to a guy? She’s going to go burn in hell.”
“Is that how she’s dressed?! But isn’t she a Pakistani? Gosh, her parents must be liberals.”
“Oh my God hasn’t anyone taught her that if even an inch of your hair shows through your scarf – you’re not a Muslim and you don’t know how to practise your religion?” (aka burning in hell)
“She’s a Muslim but she doesn’t wear the hijab, so obviously she is not as close to her deen.”
Have I sufficiently prefaced this yet? Continue reading “PSA: The Desi Muslim Prejudice”
In an attempt to postpone the moment I’d have to jump in to work on the truckload of assignments I have for this week, I was browsing my Twitter feed post my usual email + Instagram check. Or it could also be due to the fact that my fingers feel bereft if left a moment alone without the familiar feeling of scrolling on my phone (A tragic addiction we don’t need to draw attention to right now). I was bombarded by the usual feel-good updates, when I read something that didn’t hit me until much later in the day. Continue reading “A Wake Up Call”
For a long time, I debated on how best to start this post. I couldn’t precisely think what to post out of the blue. It’s more prudent to begin this way – and I also owe it to my loyal readers (and new ones! Hi & thank you, dil se). I was on an unplanned Continue reading “Greetings, my favourite earthling(s)”
She thought back to the little 11 year old who wouldn’t have recognised the 21 year old she was to become. This woman was too – too Pakistani. She brought so much culture with her, yet at the same time retaining traces of the “Western” environment that was part of her formative years. Perhaps that is a given, because Continue reading “A Tale of Personal Identity”
I rarely put forth my thoughts on the backward traditions and conservatism of traditional South Asian/Pakistani
patriarchal societies simply because I try to make this space a positive one. But in truth, a facet to positive change is through a healthy form of discussion by acknowledging the problems that prevail and by actively looking for solutions. I am aware that that requires a certain level of humbleness and open mindedness, which unfortunately many people lack, either because of Continue reading “You Can’t Take The Brains Out of the Beauty”
Disclaimer: I realise its a Saturday. Don’t point out the obvious, we all make mistakes.
HELLO, Friday. It’s been a while.
Although the original purpose of Continue reading “The Friday Post #9”