Do you like mythological creatures? If so, What are some of your favorites? I love anything that has to do with mythology and folklore. Lately, I have been obsessed with Jinn, who come from Middle Eastern and Islamic Mythology. I find them so fascinating. I am Muslim myself and we believe that Jinn, like humans,…

February 3- When I was young

I used to think that the moon followed me wherever I went. Every time I would get in the car, I would watch the moon making its way through the sky, following me ❤ ❤ Photo: Super Blue Blood Moon, January 2018 Photo Credit: Tasneem Mahrusha

Dadi’s Garden

I wanna go back 😭. I spent the first six years of my life here. This specific window led to my grandmother’s tiny garden. Every once in a while she would have it opened to tend to the plants. We both would stand on this side of the window watching the plants being watered or…

Broken Dreams

“…so one day my mother sat me down and explained that I couldn’t become an explorer because everything in the world had already been discovered. I’d been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.” ― Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

The Voices of Despair

This is a recount of my father during the Liberation War. It was about the time he became separated from his family when Pakistani soldiers stormed his village and they were forced to leave everything and flee for their lives.

Growing Up

I was raised by dadi, wise and bold, a book in one hand, and a watering can in the other, flowering her rooftop plants. Waking up, at the crack of dawn, the sun stretching and yawning. She whispers. SubhanAllah


My mind sends its message And my voice gallops, Suddenly coming to a halt at my lips. And it stops unable to reach its full potential. It stops at my lips Because it’s terrified of your eyes, So wide, So vivid, So real. It’s scared to be heard. It falls short and just crumbles on my…

Deep Waters

And then it begins. Molten lava wedged in between The crevices of my heart, Piercing reddish orange. The words from my mouth stumble out, Tripping and falling, Causing the others behind them To miss their step And come to a full stop. Twenty one and half pair of eyes In my direction… Lying in wait….

Metal Butterfly

I noticed my little butterfly clip holding on to my mirror today. It’s been there for the past 9 years but I always just pass by it in my mind. I remember when I first got it… A gift from ma and baba. I wore it a few times but then stopped wearing it for…