"I can't help but feel that this is my fault." My best friends, my mother, and my therapist have all heard me say some variation of the above sentence. This tends to be in response to some kind of bad news, and no matter how much physical distance is between the epicenter of the bad … Continue reading “I promise there’s a reason I’m flushing my hair!” and other superstitious concerns
Max Weber should have lied
I've written pretty extensively about my horror, anger, and fear at the American attempts at a Muslim ban and its various iterations. But aside from the practical shortcomings and moral depravity of such an attempt, there was always another layer of outrage towards it: How the hell can they make the visa process any harder … Continue reading Max Weber should have lied
Shame and retrospect
I don't like admitting to it but I was frankly far more imbued in the Western than I was in the local growing up in Pakistan. American cartoons, British books, English music - hell, even Japanese media - were a staple of my early life far more so than my own culture or the immediacy … Continue reading Shame and retrospect
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
“I swear this isn’t an accent!”: It totally is.
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.
Mother tongue: Being an Urdu Lisper
I have 40 pages of dense reading to do for my classes tomorrow, so in the spirit of procrastination, I'm going to put this essay up. My major is a BA, so it demands proficiency in a second language; as such, I was required to write an essay detailing my proficiency in and relationship with … Continue reading Mother tongue: Being an Urdu Lisper
It's so weird to have huge breaks between exams - my first A Level was yesterday, History, and it's my extra subject too, the one I self-study. There's always an added pressure to perform well in something you chose yourself. I managed to come out with an unprecedented A in history last year: and I … Continue reading Assorted thoughts