Inside the mind of an immigrant
But I am not God! I know, but you can be the answer to someone else's call you can be the net to someone else's fall. You can be the shade to someone else's rain and you can be the salve to someone else’s pain. You don't need to be a superhero to wipe away … Continue reading But I am not God!
Every time I’m at the verge of giving up, my mom slaps sense into me. Literally. Her hand is so heavy that she could send me back to Pakistan with the flick of her finger. But every time I say, “I can’t do this.” She makes that face where she clenches her jaw and her … Continue reading Is giving up an option?
Let’s wrap ourselves in these political games Let’s call it propaganda and throw out blames Let’s kill more people and say it was a mistake Let’s celebrate the spilling of blood with coffee and cake. Let’s take selfies and watch little kids die Let’s pray for forgiveness while we burn you alive Let’s divide ourselves … Continue reading Political games
Keep your lips sealed and please don’t look away just listen to my voice there’s something I have to say maybe a couple of words locked behind this fear that if I break my silence you won’t be able to hear and yet again I choke with words as loud as screams hoping you would … Continue reading A failure’s plea
I published my first book a year ago, on this very day; I wasn’t thinking right. I published it because I didn’t know what else to do with it. It was like one of those scenarios where you just want to get things off your chest. I wanted to get a book off my laptop. … Continue reading Publishing my first book…