I was born in Pakistan; we moved to the United States when I was four years old. We moved back to Pakistan when I was seven years old, and we stayed there for about six years. We mostly lived in the city and would often go to our village over the summer break or on … Continue reading The knife and the curse
Depression is like an invisible demon that eats you from the inside until you’re hollow. It chews your mind like termites do until you’re empty. Depression doesn’t come to you with a warning. It slowly slithers in your mind and takes over. You become afraid of your own thoughts. You become your biggest enemy. Fear … Continue reading What does depression look like?
You’ve lightened up candles in churches and knocked on temple doors you lowered your head in a mosque and cried on synagogue floors You sat on prayer mats and on benches made of wood you cried day and night and did everything you could You voyaged to Mecca and Medina and knelt on the ground … Continue reading But tell me, have you found God?
I love traveling. Any type of traveling. This includes my long voyage to my college, which is roughly about 40 minutes by train. It’s the thrill of seeing novel faces, the excitement of new -events- minus the fact that one time I was half an hour late to my bio-Chem final because some idiot pulled the emergency … Continue reading My trip to Italy
I come from a culture and an upbringing where it's always you before me. Where it's always them before I. Where you have to sacrifice your mental health for those around you. And if you do all this you’re highly appreciated. You’re a saint. This culture isn't toxic, but it tastes like acid when the … Continue reading Self-love in a toxic culture