This Rain in My Eyes

  And this, this post is not meant to be here. Perhaps in the pages of my journal, or the back of my poetry book, but there, I feel as if it will rot away till it becomes a fossil, dug up and left to be decipher, but sadly, not understood, by the man of … Continue reading This Rain in My Eyes

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That blocked road

Its been six days since I've arrived home, four days since my college test and one year since it's rained. When you've studied from four in the morning to two in the night (*sigh* the things we medical students go through), it takes more than fifty six hours to regain the normal functioning of the … Continue reading That blocked road

Reply: do read if your comment here went unnoticed

Recently, I got a very lovely comment on my blog post "The Shoeless Kid". I was typing a relpy on my new mobile when I accidentally clicked the delete button. I haven't got a hang of writing using a mobile yet, and that might be why my thumb carelessly pressed the trash button. I don't … Continue reading Reply: do read if your comment here went unnoticed

Burhan Wani

On my way to the academy this morning, I passed by this board that swang between two trees. I ignored it, considering it another marketing add, the ones that adorn every corner of Pakistan. It reappeared as we turned for Karachi company (a sort of market), and then again on the back of a punlic … Continue reading Burhan Wani

The Shoeless Kid

Two days ago, on Chaand raat*, I walked the richest streets of Islamabad for some last minute shopping, when I found this kid hugging the bed of the concrete floor. He slept a little far from his Burqa-ed mother, his eyes shut, his body curved into a comma. The mother held out a few miswaks … Continue reading The Shoeless Kid

Mother of Three

Dedicated to the children of Syria,  You kids are the real heros.     --- It's not the melody of the birds, but the cry of a mother of three, Her meaningless words of despair, her unheard agony, That greets me every morning, but I've learnt to go to sleep, I tell myself that her devils aren't … Continue reading Mother of Three

A Forgotten Story

(all due respect to Makkah, Madina and the general people, I only have a problem with the government) --- Today, I want to talk to you about four common names with quite uncommon stories. I am sure you have never heard of them before, neither did you hear much about what happened to them. A … Continue reading A Forgotten Story

Rahma Warsame

Racism. A vial term, so openly practiced in today's lifestyle.  Yesterday, in Columbus, Ohio, Rahma Warsame, a Muslim female, was beaten unconscious by a white male, that too for defending another Muslim women from harassment, as per Columbus Chapter of American-Islamic Relations. The attacker even yelled, as witnesses told afterwords, the following words of hatred … Continue reading Rahma Warsame