Inside the mind of an immigrant
Why is it that sometimes our path is crystal clear, but our eyes become clouded? Why do we become so hollow when everything around us is supposed to fill us up? That’s how I feel right now, like a huge chunk of me is missing, or maybe I ripped it out. Maybe because I was … Continue reading The beauty of suffering!
I'm standing on the balcony of my uncle’s house in our village, staring at the mountains far into the distance. Over there, close to the horizon are the lush valleys of Kashmir. The white clouds, above me, seem to be colliding with one another as if playing a failing game of tag. "Salina, take the … Continue reading How many people will you save? (Pakistan trip-2016)
Once there lived a woman, whose heart was broken so badly that she couldn't mend it. The man she loved cheated on her with her sister, and her mother ran away with another man who was much younger than her. The woman's heart was shattered into tiny little pieces that she wanted to give up … Continue reading The woman with the broken heart
Her whip hits me on my back between my shoulder blades, right beneath my neck. I wince in pain, but like all the other kids I clench my jaw as tightly as I can. The lesser I scream the quicker it will be over. I try to focus on the yellow grease spots on the tiled … Continue reading Planning a murder