Category Writing

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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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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