Looking at the crazy state of affairs of Pakistan, one is perplexed at how we have reached to this end. People on the streets are fighting for a government in power with the people’s mandate that was ousted by the conflagration of all the other parties. The conflagration continues to rule despite facing harsh conditions
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
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
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
Why is it so damn hard to go to a person and talk about pain Why do we all keep silent and not express the sadness we feel Why do we suffer in silence Why don’t we laugh over our pain Why do we hold it in and never let out the bottled-up pain Maybe
If only I could open up If only I could say what I feel If only I never hold back Things could be different They can potentially change everything May be, Just maybe things could have been different But that’s how I am that’s how I work Bottling up every emotion, every pain, anger, and
Is it just in mind? Or does something really exists? I can’t decide there is something about you so addictive, so magnificent I just can’t stop thinking about you But when did this happen? How did it happen? I have no clue I can’t trace it back Could you believe that? A girl like me