What a perplexing aspect of human nature it is, this relentless pursuit of control despite being acutely aware of our inherent vulnerability. The bitter truth of our inability to fully control our lives is a pill so bitter that we spare no effort in attempting to swallow it, often resorting to satisfying our selfish desires for dominance. In the profound words of Dostoyevsky in his magnum opus, "The Brothers Karamazov," we engage in self-laceration, a deliberate and emotional

One of the recurring themes of my life seems to be: the things I've desired most have often slipped through my fingers. It's as if fate,...

In the quiet moments of introspection, I often ponder: How should one define oneself? The query of “Who am I?” echoes within my mind. Surely, my name cannot be the entirety of my identity, for it is merely a label by which I am known. Nor can I equate my personality or behaviors to my essence, as they are transient traits that, particularly in my case, fluctuate within mere moments. Given that an individual is invariably shaped by their environment, I wonder about the extent

In observing those around me, I can't help but notice a pervasive sense of sorrow. Many seem to be caught in a perpetual cycle of tears,...

I read somewhere that grief has five stages: Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. But they never mentioned that one has...

I've been feeling pretty numb lately. It's like there's this constant buzzing in my head that drowns out everything else. Losing someone...

It’s 5:30am and I am lost in memories. As I find myself wrapped in the quiet of the night, memories come flooding in, each one a precious...

After breaking my fast at iftar, I found myself seated at Khoka (a familiar bench spot at LUMS). As I settled in, my gaze naturally drifted upwards towards The Sky, a habit I had recently developed. There, I was greeted by the sight of a delicate crescent moon, its concave facing upwards. Moon sightings had never held much fascination for me before, but in that moment, I found myself captivated. From where I sat, the moon hung just above a tree, its leaves catching the glow o

Lately, I've been writing a lot, both here and in my diary. I wonder why I feel the need to spill out so much. It's like my thoughts are...

Last night, I found myself pondering the significance of goodbyes. Is it truly necessary for two individuals to bid farewell for their...

In the complex dance of love, timing can be a merciless dictator, wielding its power to transform the sweetest dreams into harrowing...

My friends... My story now is a devastating tale of how all my "Shaayads" turned into "Kaashes". A tale where the hand played by fate was...

In the intricate tapestry of life, we have all found ourselves entangled in the complexities of helping others, only to be met with...

I wake up every day caught in the unending loop of daily mundanity called life. The labyrinthine maze of bureaucracy and monotony engulfs...

The mere act of signifying your feelings towards something is akin to a damning pronouncement, a judgment that declares the unworthiness...

Life is like a never-ending train journey with passengers constantly boarding and departing. Each one of us is on our own track, heading...

My dear, the distinction between right and wrong is not lost on me. I am fully capable of comporting myself in a manner deemed ...

It is curious how those around us purport to care for us. They encourage us to confide in them, to open ourselves up to them. It becomes...

I often encounter individuals who gaze at the moon with longing, as though they yearn for it. I am left to ponder the psychological and philosophical motivations behind such behavior. Perhaps it is rooted in the pursuit of unattainable desire. We are intrigued by that which is near enough to be seen, yet far enough to remain out of our grasp. It is the romance of la-hasil , the act of idealizing something that we know we can never attain, or discovering the "bitter" tru

In the face of change, I am becoming colder, both in my heart and my mind. The suffering of others, which once fueled my empathy, now...