Today I came across an article in Dawn, which listed an alarming statistic i.e.: 34% people in Pakistan are fighting depression as opposed to the world average which is 20%. The Pakistan Medical Association has highlighted depression as the theme for this year’s World Health Day.
I have more of a personal interest in mental healthcare – especially depression – and because I identify as Continue reading “The Depression Rhetoric amongst Pakistani Women”
My best friend told me that you’re now 22, but please stay “Forever 21” as we were exiting out of the very same shop. Lulz I know, pagal dost hai. Anyway! – I don’t usually do things like these (case in point: I’ve been nominated by Continue reading “22 Things I Learnt In 22 Years”
You know how you help a stranger out of courtesy because you have good manners but they don’t appreciate your input and instead assume you’re a know-it-all?
Yeah. I didn’t either. Continue reading “Perspective”
My voice trembles as I feel the first signs of tears coming on. My heart is too heavy with the emotion it carries and it spills forth the only way it knows how – through my eyes. The times I try to suppress this within myself – I feel a sharp stab of pain in my right palm, as though someone has Continue reading “Tears”
“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”
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”
Language is a myriad of wonderful things. It is what unites you with a lost tourist asking for directions, provides reassurance to a nervous interviewee, or develop an affinity with an acquaintance. It is a gift of self expression and communication – the very foundation that every bond in our lives’ stand on.
I remember one of my Continue reading “Language”
FriYAY! Normally I jump right into it but I don’t know why I’m kinda pumped about today. Maybe it’s got something to do with the pasta and brownies I’ll be making later? (we try to be healthy, I promise). Get your doodh patti (milk tea for my non-desi people) and lets get on with it shall we? Continue reading “The Friday Post #5”
A bit of a rollercoaster week, this one. Started off terribly but ended alright. The weather is getting worse day by day – summer has officially begun its awful tirade. I wonder what it’d be like living Continue reading “The FRIDAY Post #4”
We had compulsory art classes in school, and I remember being average at it. I remember that I always synonymously used the words “Art” with “creativity”. Growing up, I used to say I’m not a creative person, because Continue reading “Creative Obstacles I Face”