This was originally published over at the The Thrival Room and titled On Immigrating and Parents’ Love. My family and I immigrated to the U.S. from Swat, Pakistan, some fifteen years ago when I was twelve years old.
I don’t know what I’m doing actually
Happy New Year, everyone!!! Happy 2015! May it bring us all peace, happiness, and joy — and while I’m at it, lemme also pray for world peace, meh — aameen! I’ve never been as anxious for a year to be over as I was for 2014. It was the most miserable, most stressful year of my life, and I pray no one ever go through such a year, ever. But […]
So far, I’m not feeling at home here at WordPress. I suppose that’s because home will always be home and nothing can replace the one place that helped make us what we are (although, honestly, my homeland, Swat, where I was born and raised half of my life, doesn’t feel like home to me … at least these days). I feel like I’m an immigrant all over again, but this […]