“So I’m sleeping with her now.” Let’s stop and analyze that for a minute, shall we? “So…” – we’re talking and you’re changing gears, shifting my attention to a new point of focus, but quickly – too quick to be nonchalant – too quick for my ears and eyes and heart to perk up, too… Continue reading Letter to a Lover
Was. Because she’s dead now. Murdered, now. Because you killed her. Can I go so far as to say we killed her? It’s a bit risky. I’ve got a family that loves me, and God knows it’s only too easy to get killed in this country. Wink, wink. Oh Lord, I’m disgusting. Did I just… Continue reading Who the hell is #QandeelBaloch?
“It’s about recreating the experience of being in the dark.” I’m too demanding. I am a child. I am petulant, and arrogant, and spoiled and selfish. These are bad things. Okay, okay. So let’s backtrack. I can do this. I can be kinder, more accommodating, more forgiving. It’s okay, I understand, I need to be… Continue reading The Dark
Today, my thoughts turn to my mother. Today, my thoughts turn to the woman I spent my teens trying to fight. She just didn’t get it. She disapproved of my friends. She forced me to keep my bedroom door open, to lower the volume when I was listening to music, and watched all the TV… Continue reading Of A Mother
But what happens after the first smile – when you’ve got your footing, when you’ve wiped off the red lipstick and made the memories? What about when you’re in the thick of the story, Chapter 15 and three quarters, sunk cost down, going a million miles an hour? What about landing that goddamn plane?
Almost-adult (meaning you basically need to get your life together by now) woman moved to New York City with more baggage than socially acceptable (do you really need three checked bags?) and a passion for lights and traffic and noise. Said young woman sets out to explore the urban jungle, and is hit with some… Continue reading 6 “Not Pakistani” Things People Know in #NewYorkCity
I’m at that point in my life (by which I mean my early twenties) where everyone around me (literally everyone) is either getting married or about to. Whether it’s engagements or at-home Nikah (Muslim marriage contract) signing ceremonies, I’m losing single friends faster than I imagined. I’ve got two weddings to attend this week, and… Continue reading Young Woman, You ARE Marriage Material
Originally posted on Building a Common Future:
By: Ethar El-Katatney Photo Credit: Time Magazine There are around 800 people attending this forum. Let’s assume half are women. Out of those 400 women, less than half a dozen are veiled. I understand that “we’re” very much a novelty here. And I understand that our presence here…
The girl that wears a full face of makeup one day and nothing the next. The girl who will only dress well if she’s not tired, or too lazy, or doesn’t have to iron her outfit. The girl who watches TV shows that are so girly, so hipster, so lame. The girl who can curse… Continue reading It’s Okay to be That Girl
It means you wake up warm on cold winter mornings, and whine about how cold the bathroom tiles feel beneath your feet. It means your cook probably makes you breakfast, while you strategically shower at the time when you know hot water will be available. It means you dress to impress, whether that means twirling… Continue reading Paki Yuppie: What It Means to be a Young Urban Professional in Pakistan