I remember how my father died. Crystal clear, as if it happened yesterday. Hard to believe it has already been eight years. I was not in Pakistan when that day unfolded, but when I say I know how my dad died, I am not talking about the chain of events that led to it. I am talking about something deeper, the state of his soul in those final moments. I know because I was the one who bathed him for his funeral. I was the one who pulled him from cold storage, washed every wound,

There is a strange symmetry in this world. You are not given what you wish for, you are given what you can stand to want. Taufiq ba andaaza e himmat hai azal se . Divine help has always been in proportion to human resolve since the beginning of time. It is a frighteningly fair system. The skies are not generous or cruel, they are exact. They do not deny anyone, they only reflect back the intensity of the desire. I used to think grace was arbitrary. That some people were simpl

The emptiness that once terrified me now feels like a kind of peace. I used to think of silence as something to fight against, something that needed to be filled with sound or company or purpose. But after a while, when you face it every day, the void becomes a companion. The monster learns your name. The darkness stops growling. There’s a strange comfort in the things that once frightened you. You begin to see patterns in the stillness. You start to enjoy eating alone, the q

Choose outrage. Choose moral high ground from the comfort of your couch. Choose being against something when it is safe. When the bodies...