I am an immigrant

photo by Tahera K. I am an immigrant Her eyes shine, like two beautiful stones. Her face is covered with her big loose headscarf.A few strands of hair move in the rhythm of wind.She is holding her scarf with her thumb and index, so it doesn’t fall...

Lahore, One Day

Birds flying around the Badshahi Masjid, Lahore. Image by Capt pixel viaa WikiCommons. Woke up to the call,not of prayer,but a crowstealing bread off a boy’s cart. Chai in a chipped cup,Ginger, tea leaves, sugar, water more than milk,too sweet,too hot.Carack. A...

I, the Dust

I am dust. Very small and barely noticeable, but I exist. Once, I was a mountain. Not the whole mountain, of course—just a speck of it. But a mountain is made of countless specks, as numerous as the stars in the sky. And still, can’t we call a speck of the...

I am a tree

Photo By Mammalwatcher , used under CC0 /Cropped and compressed from original میں درخت ہوں، صدیوں سے...

Girl Poet: My Visit to “Girls Speak Out”

As a girl living a relatively normal life, I never dreamed that my poem would be selected to be part of the United Nation’s Girls Speak Out. The Day of the Girl Summit aims to spread awareness about gender inequalities and the lasting impressions...

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