I write stories, poetry, prose, and other forms of musings and ramblings.
Why Don’t You Bomb Another Country?
It was the seventh grade. I was the only Muslim in school that wore a headscarf and I was quite proud of that. I loved school and I got along with everyone. So when the new kid transferred in and started giving me trouble, I was genuinely confused.
Benefits of a Paper Rose
1. It will never die. Origami is back-breaking work. You pour not only time and effort into this project, but you pour your very soul into the curls and folds of fragile pieces of paper. From the well-measured cuts to the messy glue work, you can rest assured that your hard work will take much longer to decompose than a regular rose would.
Cloning Without a Brain
How often do you think about jellyfish? If your answer isn’t ‘everyday’, you might need to make some adjustments in your life.
At the many picnics throughout childhood I heard your cry, I saw your shells galore At your loudest, you come out of the ground
Learning to Love
My Mama and I spoke different love languages in the beginning. As an immigrant, she wasn’t used to showing any weakness or affection. To her, women had to be strong. Resilient. Unwavering in duty and responsibility. Mothers were the backbone of entire families. Without them, all hell broke loose.
A to Z of Sustainability
This is for those who can’t tell carbon footprints from animal tracks. And also for those who think you need to have a six-figure salary to afford sustainable living. I’ve only just started making small changes and I have extremely little knowledge about carbon emissions but I do know this: it’s so EASY to start with small improvements that will slowly add up and help the environment, even if it seems to you like an incremental amount. So let’s get started, shall we?
- First Place in Sweet Nostalgia Challenge
It’s the dusty sweet scent of childhood. Of dolls and toys left on shelves in the attic and grass stained knees. Laughing until you fart and spinning until you fall down...down...and suddenly you’re flying high in the sky.
“You hum in your sleep.” I drift awake to the gentle rocking of the Caspian. My dreams are getting more realistic. The voice is so lifelike that I can swear it’s someone standing right beside me.