by U | Jun 21, 2020 | Blog
The lies we tell ourselves are often a reflection of our innermost cry for help, the one that rarely ever has the chance to become vocal, to escape the crevice of our mouth. If these cries for help were to ever make way outside of ourselves, out into the open, we...
by U | Jun 3, 2020 | Blog
One evening, back when the days were longer, the nights were young, and a perpetual rosy scent lingered in the air, back when my grandma was younger, back when my grandma was very much in this world amongst us, my grandma spoke to me over the phone. Her voice crackled...
by U | Apr 5, 2020 | Blog
Have you noticed how the streets lay barren, soundless, and entirely dead? Have you noticed how the intersections look haunted, devoid of any cars or pedestrians as the light turns green, yellow, and red over and over and over again? Have you noticed also the way the...
by U | Mar 28, 2020 | Blog
The SUV’s clock reads 11:40 AM. It’s Tuesday and we are headed to Medina. I hear the melodious recitation of Sudais softly coming through the speakers and the sporadic Urdu translation after every few verses. The road is smooth and the air...
by U | Feb 29, 2020 | Blog
I never knew something as unimportant as black powder could have the power to formulate an entire mental manifesto. That, coupled with a photograph, and perhaps some genetic element in the blood that throbs and makes waves as soon as motherland’s calling echoes...
by U | Feb 17, 2020 | Blog
Old streets, old people, old times. There’s a pleasure in old that seldom gets explained in words. Old is gold, they say, but old is not gold, love. Gold is strong, sturdy, and ever-relevant. Old is old, crippling, falling apart, hazy, broken, and faded....
