I clicked on the Write button on the header before my impulse to at least get a couple of words in before I really start to feel the painful hunger pangs that will push me to prepare breakfast. This impulse, just FYI, has been egged on by months of mentally pushing myself to post anything. I mean like. I love this. The act of writing to share, to understand, to release, to reflect – with the little community I’ve got on here. I don’t even have a good excuse, honestly. It is valid, sure – I let my Continue reading “Unpause”



Balance has never been my strong suit. It is something I feel I’ll be chasing my entire life – but sometimes I wonder, am I really setting out to achieve the achievable? Do people really ever live a balanced (mental) lifestyle? Or is this a mere illusion, more for your sake than mine, to make yourself feel like you really have got everything put together? Continue reading “Immersion”

Close Calls

Wisdom dictates you’re aware of how you’re going to conduct yourself the tenth time ‘round something happens. How many times are you going to have to make the same mistake for you to understand that that is not the way to go? How many close calls is it going to take? Continue reading “Close Calls”


The Calm before the Storm

Whoever came up with the above phrase was quite right. There’s always a calm before a storm. Knowing this makes me feel ominous – as though on edge, waiting for the next storm to attack. And when it does arrive, we enjoy saying that Continue reading “The Calm before the Storm”


People Always Leave

My heart fell when I heard the inevitable news. There were so many reasons as to why this was happening – I was trying hard to be optimistic and look at the bigger picture. It doesn’t reveal itself to me immediately, it takes time – it’s as though slowly, piece by piece, God explains the wisdom behind His decisions. He does it only when He knows I’m ready to understand it. Continue reading “People Always Leave”


Twenty seventeen

If there’s one thing I struggle a lot with, it’s juggling between the guilt of beginning a new post after a long gap without preamble or trying to explain my absence in a plausible way. With each passing day, the struggle is greater as I sit to accumulate my thoughts in a coherent manner. Truth is, I’m still finding a Continue reading “Twenty seventeen”



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”


Carpe Diem

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”


PSA: The Desi Muslim Prejudice

“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”