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Three Years.

There are figs roasting in my oven. They are covered in honey and they were purchased at this fantastic grocery store called Fresh Farms yesterday morning on a not so exciting adventure I took in my car to Niles. I love grocery stores and a good one contains people from all walks of life. A good one does not contain an ethnic or international aisle because everything in it is

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Yogurt or is it Yo-gurt?

My goal for Ramadan was to cook new things. This week I started out by making my own yogurt. My mother is a little bit of a health freak, as in she honestly thinks your diet can fix pretty much anything that is wrong with you physically and mentally. We don’t always agree on things when it comes to her health advice, for example, I was the only child in

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Punk O Ramadan: Version 2.0

Last year I fasted during Ramadan for the first time in over 10 years. I don’t know why I decided to do it. There was this whole mix of factors, one was that my colleagues at my old job were fasting and had all given me food to have for Iftar all month, frozen samosa, dates, spring rolls, and I was really touched by their generosity. Also, I guess something

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Yo, I’ll Take Extra Rice and Naan Please.

On Saturday I went to Devon to buy some fancy desi clothes for a work party we’re having. I hate going to buy any sort of Indian or Pakistani outfit because, as a woman who has boobs, I always have trouble fitting anything over my chest. You would think the makers of these clothes were unaware that a) we have boobs or b) that they aren’t all below a c-cup.

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A Few Thoughts About Body Image

I’m thinking about buying a bikini for the first time in about 14 years. The last time I wore one I was 19 years old and 110 pounds. I was living with friends and had no qualms with walking around in it when the weather was too hot. But today I found this bikini that was covered in stars and had this cool cagey top and I thought “Oh hey

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Thoughts On Living Alone

For the first week or so it was too quiet and I was too aware of how noisy I am by myself. I hadn’t unpacked my Bluetooth speakers and every time I didn’t have my laptop open everything was calm. The quiet is great because I sleep like a log, as someone who needs to get her sleep during the week this is wonderful. You lie down, it’s super dark,

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A Thought on Cooking and How It Taught Me to Be Calm

Today I cooked properly in my new kitchen for the first time, I’m making a lemon olive oil cake to take into school tomorrow. Since I’ve moved to Chicago cooking has been this wonderful stress relief for me and it’s also something new to me. I never cooked very much in the UK and it’s been really eye-opening to come here and try out so many things. My earliest childhood

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A Thought On Being Single and People Wanting To Fix You.

I wrote this in 2015, just before I moved to the US. I was reading over some stuff and wanted to post it again. Some people want to fill my single void, and I don’t mean guys, more people wanting to set me up with guys. Maybe they think I’m lonely, but honestly, I’m very much okay. There’s a lot to life, nothing is ever one dimensional and sometimes I

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Thoughts On Living In America and Eating In America

I’ve been in America for two years now and am sat here in my new apartment, on my new mattress, on my new bedding, with my new whale, eating dill pickle chips. I’ve never lived on my own before, and it’s a little quiet in my apartment right now. I know once I’ve unpacked, got everything I need and am settled I’ll feel less weirded out by the silence but

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Growing up Pakistani (AKA How I Learned to Love Bun Kebab Again)

I remember being about 6 or 7 years old and it was lunchtime at school. I always got packed lunch, I had a kick ass purple My Little Pony lunchbox, and some awesome days when I was extra lucky my mum would make me a bun kebab. Bun kebab is just a kebab in a bread roll with some ketchup on it. It doesn’t sound fancy but believe me it

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