Category Writing

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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Jane Austen Would Probably Not Like Tinder.

It is a truth universally known that a single Pakistani woman over the age of 25 must be in want of a marriage. A single Pakistani woman over the age of 30, however, has marked her place on the shelf where she will sit childless and alone for the rest of her life. Of course what nobody mentions is that when we’re younger we’re told off for talking to boys,

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Punk-O-Ramadan

I haven’t fasted in nearly 10 years. If my mother read this she would be so disappointed in me, but maybe she’d feel a little hope in the fact that this year I am fasting. Ramadan is a month of reflection, growth, cleansing and spirituality. As someone who felt so disconnected from her faith and her culture most of her life, this Ramadan means a lot to me. I am

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An Ode To DPX

When I was growing up we didn’t really have the internet, no seriously I am that old. It was hard to find other brown people that I connected with just because all I had was kids in my own area and people in my own family. So I pushed my heritage away, I refused to acknowledge myself as Pakistani at all for so many years, I accepted when white friends

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Loneliness

There’s a difference between being okay with being by yourself and truly feeling alone. Sometimes we’re told that all we need to do to feel less lonely is to learn to accept ourselves, and I guess on some scale that’s true. I like being by myself sometimes. I’m a big reader, and my favourite way to wind down post work is to come home, make dinner, watch a little Netflix

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Attempting to Watch Movies 2017: #2 Hidden Figures

Okay so I’ve been bad at this. The plan was to go to the movies every Tuesday for cheap movie night, but then I started to make plans on Tuesday night when led me astray. I’ve been meaning to see Hidden Figures for like a month. Good things come to those who wait though as I finally managed to get my ass to the Western Regal for some big screen

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Attempting to Watch Movies 2017: #1 La La Land

I love going to the cinema. If I’m going to watch a film the best way for me to do so is in a very dark room where I can’t look at my phone, I have a tendency to drift when I watch films at home. Also I like big screens, I think everything is more engrossing when it’s huge and in front of you. You can’t get away from

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Being a No Show

The first time it really hit me that I just couldn’t bring myself to go to shows at the moment was when The Smith Street Band played at the end of October. I love that band, they bring me out of every sort of bad mood I could ever be in. They fill me with all sorts of positive feelings and stop me tweeting about being sad. I love that

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