I was told to write about summer. And as I sit in my garden with the sun burning itself on to my back, staring at a blank page, I realise summer is a feeling, a concept. Something that can be shapeshifted into whatever we want it to be. The light at the end of the tunnel, the days we yearn for during the long hours of cramming our studies nights on end or summer can be the dreaded moments that we pray never visits us again.

The Prison We All Call Family 

Being a Pakistani young female, literally means the constant talk about marriage. Our dreams and aspirations are supposed to evolve around our husband, in laws and children. Anything else is just an inconvineance. Another day, another argument regarding how not wanting children is going against the sole purpose of existence. And for someone who is... Continue Reading →

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