This essay is a self-analysis of possibly my best poem so far, Before the War Came. I have always been drawn to the idea of ‘home’, in all its physical, literary, metaphorical, and symbolic meanings. This may have come from my own experiences in moving home and countries, which may have led to a strong […]Read More The Idea of Home
All of us are born with cracks. Cracks make up your body and existence. Some of them are inherent, some are natural, and some are left behind by other people.Read More Theory of Cracks
They have killed my country and murdered my God
and called it collateral damage.
They have buried my homeland
under their bombs and the cries of its residents.
So to bring you guys up to date with everything, I thought I’ll explain the meaning behind the new username. The idea came to me in a dream (hear me out).Read More Behind The Scenes: Do Y’all Remember Me?
He treated her like she was his sun. An important part of his life. Without her, his day didn’t begin.Read More #
2017 was a mixed-bag of the year. Our newsfeeds were filled with negative stories and near-apocalypse worthy beef. However, looking beyond the shit-encrusted blinkers, some very good things have happened this year. Fiona the Hippo Born six weeks premature in a Cincinnati zoo, Fiona easily became an internet sensation with many people rooting for her […]Read More Good Things That Have Happened in 2017
hiraeth(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the grief, the yearning for the lost spaces of your past. “Go back to where you came from!” I wish I could. But my home is burning. And I’m aching for the beautiful place my home […]Read More Before The War Came
I never really understood what this meant. Never tried to. For me, home meant a pair of arms, a shoulder to cry on, a back to take support on. It meant a repository of inside jokes, secret smiles, and twinkling eyes. It was a listening ear, sweet words, and no judgments.Read More You Can’t Make Homes Out of Human Beings
For all those going through a rough time in their lives, and feel hopeless and frustrated, stop for a while, and breath. That’s it. Take a deep breath. Another. And another.Read More For All Those Going Through a Rough Time
From Air-Hostess to a Journalist, I’ve thought about a lot of professions.Read More A List of Professions I Once Considered