A short note spurred by some mixed emotions over the 70th year of my country's independence and the tumult in Charlottesville this past weekend, as well as the rather political music of The Cranberries. I've often struggled with my not-quite diasporic identity and have written about it ad nauseum in the past 7 years of … Continue reading Somewhere between Pakistan and America, you’ll find my discomfit heart
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 don't think I have ever been more aware or conscious of my accent than in the United States. Frankly, I didn't think I had that much of an accent until I got here and started getting complimented on it. I always thought I had a general American accent with a slight Pakistani twang to … Continue reading “I swear this isn’t an accent!”: It totally is.