The first time I fell in love, I thought it would be forever. We had kids names planned and I had our futures mapped out in my mind. He was the first man to meet my parents – in all my twenties so far, I haven’t met another man worthy of the honour. But it became unhealthy – or maybe it always was, and I just never saw it – we loved each other obsessively, aggressively and more dangerously with every day that passed.
Whether it’s a glass of bubbly or a slab of cake, I’m yet to befriend a human who doesn’t have some sort of coping mechanism to get them through this thing called life. One of my vices is the Horror genre – it’s the perfect form of escapism.
So much reading material is available on the formation of Pakistan that it’s hard for someone as clueless as me to decipher what’s true anymore. But there is one tale that seems quite indisputable – that for almost 1000 years different religious groups co-existed here in harmony, as a family, embracing one another’s traditions.
Well hi there! I wrote something about being a proud Pakistani recently, and I wanted to share it here, with you lot. It’s about finding pride in my heritage after a lifetime of self loathing triggered by a society obsessed with being fair skinned and ‘exotic’…
I wrote something recently about the London Bridge terror attacks for MuslimGirl.com, which you can read now.
I won’t expand on it here, but please do have a read and let me know your thoughts on it. And in light of it, I’d like to share some of my favourite quotes on my hometown – and in my opinion, the greatest city on earth. Go ahead, @ me bruh.
I’ve spent my whole life idolising people who don’t look like me, from Britney to Beyoncé. And hey, who wouldn’t? They’re beautiful, successful women. But as I grew older, so did my craving to see successful – in every sense of the word – women who looked like me; representation matters and all that. And as unbelievable as it may sound to some, where I was brought up, I hardly knew women who looked like me existed.
In no particular order…
Every 3 minutes in the UK, someone dies from heart disease. Every 6 minutes, someone in the UK has a heart attack. 1 in 3 people who have a heart attack die before they reach a hospital. More than a quarter of all deaths in the UK are down to coronary heart disease.
Yes, I know I’m starting this off in a depressing fashion, and I know there are countless things that can kill you, but I’d love for you to help me make a positive difference to help change these damning statistics. None of us are exempt from them.
Sometimes I wonder if I genetically or chemically – although I suppose that would be the same element – have something wrong with me. I’ve always felt sad. I sit in this coffee shop, looking at a mother lifting her newborn baby into the air; the baby squeals in delight. A quote from Aristotle comes to mind. “On the first day of life there is nothing to remember and everything to hope.”
I don’t buy books unless I’m sure. They generally have to pass a test – would I want to pass them on to my future generation? If not, I take them out at the library. Of course, the popularity of Fifty Shades Of Grey ensured that it was not available in my library for months and I was too curious to wait, so I picked up the trilogy from a book store and got stuck in.
Most readers would say it wasn’t written for literary merit, it was written for enjoyment, and that’s evident in its blatant tribute to Twilight and the constant use of ‘mercurial’ and ‘inner goddess’. But it was Christian Grey’s control issues that I couldn’t get my head around.
Russell Brand has been pissing some people off with ‘The Trews’ and I’ve been enjoying it. The YouTube series kicked off in early 2014 and sees the comedian talk about everything from Islamophobia, morbid celebrity culture to crooked politicians – all from his bedroom in East London.