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”
A 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”