Inside the mind of an immigrant
I lost all my hope as failure stripped me of my pride through that sky I fell so hard that every dream broke and died. The ambition that once held me slowly threw me down I took those shattered seeds of my dreams and buried them on this ground. Failure dragged me away and defeat … Continue reading Seed of dreams
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?
I’m a disgrace. A flaw. An error. I know this because I’m not a doctor, or lawyer or an engineer. I have a bachelors in biochemistry but besides that, I’m nothing special. I come from a degrading, toxic culture that praises career as if it’s a rank. As if it’s a cast. And according to … Continue reading I am not special
Why are you dreaming? What will people say? Burn away your dreams or the world will burn you away. Scorch all your wishes and lower all your skies these people will only hurt you why do you even try? Drench yourself in doubts like you always do you can move mountains but no one will … Continue reading Why are you dreaming?
I was born in Pakistan, and I came to the US when I was 4 years old. It's been a back and forth journey ever since. The fastest I've solved a Rubix cube is thirty seconds. I'm learning how to play the guitar (and so far, I’ve mastered twinkle-twinkle little star). I'm learning how to … Continue reading Random facts about me…