Inside the mind of an immigrant
Anxiety is a joke. If there is one thing, I hate talking about the most in this world that’s anxiety. Talking about anxiety gives me anxiety. Sometimes it bubbles inside and morphs into depression. Both are equally terrifying. I’d rather stare at a wall for hours then tell someone what’s going on in my head. … Continue reading Anxiety is a joke
Take this and that. Don't forget that. Oh, and what about these. Everything. Take every single thing you can even if it means that you'll have to carry it on your back like camels do. You never know when you might be needing a jacket even though the temperature is rising to a hundred degrees. … Continue reading Perks of being Muslim while traveling
I slipped of my insecurities and fearsand buried them beneath the surface of this land.The earth screamed in agony and cried to metelling me this was too much for her to bear. Sometimes I wish I could pluck off my insecurities as easily as one could pluck off a flower from the ground. But its … Continue reading Insecurities
How do I unlearn to love you?How do I unlearn to live with you?How can you so easily break all those promises you promised you would keep?Maybe time wasn't in our favor.Maybe love wasn't supposed to win.Maybe our happily–ever–after lost itself somewhere in our fights, somewhere in our desires to be more than what we … Continue reading A hurt/love letter
I want to hurt you. Stab you in the back, but I can't do that without piercing the sword through my own chest first. I can't make you bleed without causing a rupture in my own heart. How can I hurt you when your wounds cause me pain? I want to bring storms, cause earthquakes … Continue reading I want to hurt you