Someone called yesterday’s tragic event as kamaris tragedy repeating itself, and I can’t stop thinking about how insensitive and careless we as a society have grown over the years that mourning over someone’s death by posting their pictures on social media is the maximum that we can do. The basic survival instinct in humans is
I know,I know that writing on Instagram about saving the world is stupid where there is so much saving to do and yet you can’t. When you see children not coming back from school, people dying of covid, of climate change, of droughts, floods and heatwaves, but most of all of the diseases that can
They have no idea what its like to have your entire life split between 2 completely different geographic locations. Its difficult to call a place home when you are only a goddamn visitor for once a year. Its difficult to split your heart into two parts, one craving for a serene homeland that it takes
My home is a battlefieldwhere silence on the dinner table is a war cryIts funny because we make sure to hang the best portraits where everyone is happyyet happiness feels like the voice of a bird singing in a distant landwhich visits the neighbor’s house sometimes but never happens to travel to our front yardOur
Here’s what I find very wrong with how we groom our daughters…The way her father’s reputation is associated with the dupatta she wearsthe way she is told to speak in a low tone, not to be very bold and aggresivethe way she is hushed when she tries to speak about her views on a certain
They tell you about mitochondria being the powerhouse of the cell but what they forget to tell you is that someday, when you turn 21, the world will be too small to fit it or too big, ready to gulp your entire being down.In schools, they tell you about calculating the angles by Pythagoras’s theory
Baba thinks love equates to obedience. He knows of the kind of love where you just say yes to whatever is expected of you. you bow in respect like the genie of Alladin ka Chirag who only knows of fulfilling wishes, dreams and expectations. How do i tell him that I have a rebel in
Dear Pakistan, Before you label me as an ignorant part of the country, let me tell you how I feel today on my 71st independence day. Today, I have mixed feelings as I write this letter. I am overwhelmingly happy as well as sad. Today was when I became free of Dogra rule and the
Dear Men, This letter is not to play any victim card here but to actually write what I feel like when I experience social abuse. If you knock some sense into your head, you may get the point that randomly messaging girls on social media and saying you need help with something is not going
While going through the gallery of my phone, each picture taking me to a different level of nostalgia, I couldn’t resist the mixed feeling of happiness, sadness, patriotism, and longing for a place. A place where patriarchy is a mere word existing in the dictionary only. A place where development in the past 20 years has