My Independence Day

Motichoor laddoos and dissent Waking up to fresh rain and rumbling windows as the thunder cracked through the clouds. Eyes winking open to the grey skies, gently nudging to one’s senses that it was past 6.30 am. The gurgling rush of fresh water flowing through rooftop drain outside the window, while the soft breeze of the…

Being Perfectly Imperfect — Part 2

The length of my hair A day prior to Eid is always chaotic at home. Every painting on the walls is readjusted, while high school medallions are wiped as new. The kitchen is never quiet — pressure cooker whistles while boiling milk hisses; the lawn is re-mowed and the mud stains around the flower pots’ bases are…

Book Review :  Veil by Rafia Zakaria

Veil by Rafia Zakaria is an important read for the times we live in. It is an enlightened study, and does not simply make overt arguments around a subject that has been grappled by politicians, intellectuals, and journalists alike. Rafia as an author, uses personal experience, academic thought, religious connotations, and societal expectations to uncover…

Clearing grime underneath the guilt – Lessons on patriarchy during cancer care

“What time will you be free tonight,” asked Dad one day last month. “Sometime around 7 pm,” I promptly responded. Few minutes later, I check his WhatsApp window -Typing..stopped. Typing..stopped. Typing..stopped. The fourth time Dad began typing, my heart started racing. Usually Dad takes sometime to write lengthy messages, but this was different. He was…

Second hand books, first hand stories

Getting to know my late grandfather, through his book collection Last weekend, I decided to wander in my neighbourhood, with only one agenda. Find myself a corner to read along with some breakfast. As I climbed up the hill in Sai Ying Pun, I came across a small cafe, which had just opened and was…

Being perfectly imperfect — Part 1

Childhood lessons in the casteism of perfection Google images “Mariyam has scars on every corner of her face. Count, and tell us how many are there?.. How did you get that scar at the bridge of your nose?.. Oh god, your daily cycling to school has led you to have such a tanned neck, and…

Anxiety, a faith

My journey from being an atheist to a believer “I don’t know how to revel in happiness. In success. I get too scared thinking, what if things turn around bad tomorrow,” said a friend over a call last week. We were talking about a new promotion, new chapters in life, and the reality of things…