Sometimes I read through my own blog. I read through it with the same compulsiveness with which I attend to my linkedin profile, as if I have something to prove to myself by reacquainting my eyes over and over with my own work, with my accomplishments (or lack thereof, depending on the day), and most importantly, with my … Continue reading 1:55am, saturday
scalpel, please
If wit cuts yours eviscerates and I am holding in my intestines, keeled over on ashen, craggy knees. One day, I may say you once shell-shocked me but the stitches in my side will have never gone away: you that sewed me whole will have split me open with a laugh.
Crowdfund “Zunn: Showgirls of Pakistan”
The creators of a documentary called Zunn: Showgirls of Pakistan are looking to crowdfund their post-production efforts. Showgirls of Pakistan is a documentary feature on the lives of dancing girls in Punjab, Pakistan. It unveils a world of smut theater and strip-shows in small towns and villages through the eyes of the women that are … Continue reading Crowdfund “Zunn: Showgirls of Pakistan”
Voulez-vous bhangra avec moi?
I'm a little annoyed, but I'm also a little sad. And this may be elitist, but I'm Lahori. We can get elitist. But no offense meant, I promise! I get invited to a lot of South Asia-related events on campus, and I can say that I have not been to a single one since I … Continue reading Voulez-vous bhangra avec moi?
Deah, Yusor, Razan
https://twitter.com/arabprodigy30/status/358020467065905152 Another day, another tragedy, and it seems like the tragedies keep hitting closer and closer to home. I have always identified first and foremost as a Muslim, and you can debate my religiosity all you want but it doesn't take away from the fact that I'm a fervent Muslim and a vocal one at … Continue reading Deah, Yusor, Razan
To write again
There is nothing sadder than the niggling thought that you have a slew of unfinished, barely started drafts. I take that back - it's having a slew of unfinished, barely started drafts across multiple platforms. Medium, WordPress, the five million writing applications on my phone, all with a cute little note on the side telling me … Continue reading To write again
Short note: On family
To study the concept of family in sociology is to approach a many tendril'd institution with a pince-nez that can only see so much at a time. Granted, that can often be all of academia, but with family especially the coldness, the hardness, the brutal honesty that comes with intense study is amplified. Family is … Continue reading Short note: On family
december 16 2014. thoughts.
"So, now what?" I'll get back to this in a second. I don't think I know yet. It took me a while to stop crying today. It was either grief (sobbing, wailing prayers) or complete despondence. I knew I wasn't alone, because all over my Facebook, my Twitter, my text messages were Pakistanis with black … Continue reading december 16 2014. thoughts.
Two and a half thoughts from Thanksgiving eve
I always get a little bit emotional whenever I watch Hook. It reminds me far too much of my own childhood, where I could spend endless hours with my own imagination. I'd make a laptop out of my heavy blue notebook, following my mother around and pulling out it out whenever we had even a few … Continue reading Two and a half thoughts from Thanksgiving eve
I got off the armchair
My grandfather passed away when I was 14 years old. I may not have been as close to him as my brother was but I’d like to think my dada – Urdu for grandfather – was privy to the moment every star in my figurative sky aligned and made me recognize what I wanted from … Continue reading I got off the armchair
Neiha Lasharie 