Desi Girl Wanders

The higher we went, the smaller I felt. When we are living our life, it is hard to see the world/life from such a broad perspective. All we think about is 'us', 'our problems', 'our successes' or 'our failers'. We are immersed in 'our' lives, 'our' relationships and 'our' work. Therefore, it becomes really hard for us to focus on the higher purpose when our world solely revolves around 'me, myself and I'. However, as I continued to stare out of the plane's window,  I realized how important such moments are. Such moments make us realize how small we are and how petty our problems are. Moments like these turn our hearts towards the higher purpose we are created for. They switch our minds towards the wider perpective and compel us to look at the bigger picture: Who are we? What are we? What are we created for? With such questions in my mind, I, without blinking my eyes, stared out of the window as I did not wan...

I lived in a big round bubble. It was not an ordinary bubble. It was shiny, bright and royal. The best feature of the bubble was that whenever life threw lemons in my face, the thin yet protective layer of the bubble acted like a shield in front of hopelessness. Image copyrights: Behance Just when I was about to give up on life, my presence in the bubble reminded me that no matter how bad the times have gotten at the moment, better times shall come ahead. I had dreams of flying to the peaks of success by floating in the bubble. It was easy to believe in the 'this too shall pass' phenomenon as long as I happily collided here and there in my bubble. However, today the bubble popped and... When the bubble pops, Your heart beat drops. You look here and there for props, But all you've got for the pain is eye drops. It becomes really hard to believe in the phrase "all bad things happen for a reason" or that "Allah has a better plan for you...

A reminder for tomorrow ▪To those people in my friends' list who are so disappointed in all the political parties that they have decided to forgo their right to vote. I want to remind them that as a citizen of Pakistan, it is not only your RIGHT but also your RESPONSIBILITY to vote. Just like drops in the ocean, every vote is sacred and every vote counts! Also, if you cannot find the perfect leader then find the one who is the "least corrupt" of all but please caste your vote. ▪To those who are voting for a particular political party just because of peer pressure or by looking at the general trend. It is my earnest request to them to please do a quick research themselves and then make their decision as I totally agree with Roosevelt who said, "Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely." And also with John F Kennedy who said, "The ignorance of one voter in a democracy impairs the security of all....

On our way back from Al-Rashid Mega Mall in Medinah, we booked a ride with Careem. The careem driver seemed quite rude from his first impression. The car, however, was scratchless, unlike most of the cars in SA (which are cracked or broken like over-boiled eggs). When we sat in the car, it smelled of one of the highest qualities of Arabian Oudh. Finally, we sat in the car and it was a silent journey at the start as the driver was an Arab and none of us could speak Arabic language. However, my father (who is not well versed in English language) started talking to him in broken phrases of English. After a few blank expressions, the driver started talking and he explained that he is not fluent in English in the following words, " English: No, Arabi: Yes". After this, a person like me would have given up but my father is not a quitter (May Allah strengthen him more and more). He continued to ask the driver questions in English. The driver in return, sometimes answered and some...

Ramadan has arrived and so have the different offers at various brands in Lahore. One such Sale was at Almas. Almas is an apparel brand but it is more famous for its shoes than other clothing items. Hence, it was not difficult to attract "defence ki aunties" to its DHA outlet. A glimpse of the sale is shown below: What caught my attention was not the fact that these ladies were carrying shoes in their hands and hitting others on their face while pushing and pulling through the crowd. That was a "normal thing" during such sales. What actually caught my attention was when a little girl (around five years of age) fell down and instead of being shaken out of the extreme greed for shoes, these shoes hogging aunties trampled over the little girl. I have never felt so ashamed in my life as I felt at that moment. So was it fifty percent off prices or 100 percent off humanity?

Ramadan has begun and the iftar invitations have started to pour in. In such a blessed month of Ramadan, who would want to go to a masquerade? I am invited to a gathering where everybody wears a smile.. where everyone pretends to like each other.. where everyone tries to catch up with each other but just for the purpose of keeping connections intact in times of need... or just for the purpose of adding up to gossip. Seeing such a high level of pretense in people saddens me. It puts me down because we are all humans and we are all free. Why cannot we act like we really want to? Why do we bind ourselves into chains that we could easily avoid? Why do we make connections without which we could easily thrive? For me, the involuntary response to the invitation was a straight no but it was after a dear friend's insistence that I am here thinking about the masquerade. Nevertheless, my answer remains the same.

Truth comes to you like magic. It comes when you are not even expecting it. You are not even thinking about it.. It comes when it wants to.. No matter how hard you were trying to explore it before, it would come when you have no doubts. It forms chains. A chain with another chain. You get to know it was right there in your brain. And all that was needed was a little more thinking, BUT that little more would not come before it had to!

As I wandered through the streets of Virginia, I wondered how most of the women in Pakistan spend their entire lives like a bud. They are never allowed to travel alone. Even if they have the "audacity" to make such a demand, they are shut out by the phrase "shadi k baad apne husband k sath jahan marzi jana". Their growth, their personal development is hindered and they are made dependent on a male figure for their happiness even before that persons arrival in their lives. Women are the future of Pakistan. I say so because they have the most powerful of all weapons in their hands: the future generations. They can turn them into unhealthy pscho beings or rational individuals. Therefore, its high time to unchain the women, let them develop and discover because it is with my experience that I can say, travelling alone can be the most scariest yet the most empowering experience of all. So let the cherry blossoms of our country bloom!   Step up, step out! Stop roami...

While I was busy singing praises of how Pakistani society today has been able to break down the chains of patriarchy, I was taken aback when a dear friend of mine disagreed with each and every word that I uttered. She disregarded all the positive movements carried out in the name of feminism and her words were strong enough to mum me. All she said was, "Nimra, what do you think is the life of a woman in Pakistan? No matter how much she studies or how hard she works to secure a job or become a business woman, at the end, she still remains a slave. A slave who is in search of her owner. If the owner turns out to be good, her life is heaven and if he turns out to be bad, she is ruined. Hence, isn't her life similar to that of a pet?" Photo Credits: Getty Images The life of a woman revolves around marriage in Pakistan. She is a winner in this life and the next if she finds a suitable mate and in case beauty finds a beast, her life is over (because this is real life a...

We were roaming around Dubai airport with my Mom (who happens to be a chai addict), constantly whinning for a hot cup of Chai. We were in search of Starbucks when we caught sight of this magical chai wala. Why do I call this tea making machine a magical chai wala? One. It was extremely economical. Milk Tea costs only 3 Dirhams as compared to 7 Dirhams at Starbucks. Two. The chai was well cooked (only Chai addicts would understand the pain of an undercooked Chai). Three. The chai was ready within 30 seconds. Isn't that magical? The only drawback that this robot/chai wala had was that now my mom is demanding this chai wala as a gift from my dad on their upcoming wedding anniversary! That surely wont be easy on my dads wallet! Thanks to Dallmayr! And goodluck dad! 😉😀