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I was the teenager that never really bothered reading any disclosures when she signed up for something. Neither did I ever pay attention to the fine print of a guide given by a bank, a gym membership, a car dealership or even something so little as terms and conditions of updating windows software.

But it was not until last year, when I landed the job of a banker when I learned all these things and realized how ignorant and self-harming I had been all these years. How many times do we walk into a bank and open up an account…


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As a girl who was born and raised in a South-Asian society, I have attended a fair share of wedding ceremonies and have observed many of them unravel in an entirely different manner in front of my eyes.

For the sake of respecting everyone’s privacy, the characters in this story, though real, have been provided fictitious names.

Before I begin, it is crucial to understand that nothing truly is completely right or completely wrong. As long as it is put in the right manner, using the right context, it is comprehend-able. That being said, I am not a believer of…


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I had only been there for few months when one evening my father announced our departure to America. I was thrilled and nervous at the same time, but the thought of starting a new life kept me going.

Work life in America was nothing like I had imagined it to be. From having my school name and degree on top of the resume it trickled to the very bottom, because who is concerned with a degree that focuses on a language that is their mother language? Nobody!

Within months, my career path changed, my dream of wanting to be a…


Kaethe Butcher

I had read about it in books, things like, “you will forever miss something about home”. I was delusional three years ago, “I am so overworked to think about what life was like back home,” I said every time someone posed a question when in reality a tear always forms in my eye when I see friends hugging each other around me. Because in that very moment, I am filled with an urge to fly back home, run up to my friends and wrap my arms around them. …


Illustration by Tao Te Ching

The world of virtual reality is roaring with perfection, but the world around her is crashing, gradually turning to ashes. A penetrating sensation lingers in the body, like something is crawling through the veins. As people walk around her with smiles that only seem to be authentic, her eyes search for something that doesn’t seem to be in reach.

She walks into the house and observes every single piece of furniture that has been so immaculately positioned into it’s spot. The lamp in the very corner that she never switches off, the dusty television sitting on a gigantic table that…


Books became my abode when I couldn’t secure happiness from reality around me. I know, to most it will sound bizarre, but sifting through hundreds of pages, comprehending characters I had no connection to and experiencing emotions I had not yet felt allowed me to step into a reality that was off-centre. From the time my hands held the first book to read, things were never the same. I lived many realities.

When Michelle Obama published her book in 2018, I was trapped in the storm of seeking “normalcy” in a new place. As badly as I wanted to take…


Art by Robella Arham

“I have been praying to God,” she said, looking down at her feet and playing nervously with her fingers. “I feel this void in my life, the void relating to the desire of having a partner, and it’s not that I am unhappy but sometimes, just sometimes, I feel lonely.

She spoke with such softness and sincerity that I could not help but think of how little we know people around us. Those who seem strong, independent, successful, have-it-all-together; experience emptiness in their lives too. My mind was racing through multiple questions that I wanted to ask her, but I…


Art by Robella Arham

We reside in a world that is constantly shifting, not just geographically but politically, economically and socially as well. Yet, some things seem to remain stagnant. Growing up, I witnessed the turmoils various relationships go through. I was exposed to the vulnerability of romance. But what struck me the most was the compassion of a man towards a woman and vice versa.

The thought haunted me for the longest time, it faded during my struggles but knocked on the door the minute I had the liberty to think. “Is it possible to be with someone and still not love them?”…


Through the silence of night, they snore and rest
Breathing louder than my inner distress
Every morning there is freshly brewed coffee, but no guests
I know you know this is how it ends

You and I belong to this uncertainty that life recommends
Work, money and sex is all that persists
Only when the world sleeps, we realize there is more to that
I know you know we were born to progress

Then what holds you back my love? Is it the fear of drowning?
Are doubts, opinions and words tilting your crown?
I know you know you’ll still resurrect.
So let that little part of you take control- I know you know


“Do you miss home?” she asked while steaming the milk. “I really don’t know,” I whispered while playing with my fingers, “A part of me does and then there is a tiny part of me that abhors thinking about it.”

Quite a few times people look at me in bewilderment and ask if the process of immigrating was difficult on me. My initial thought is “I haven’t thought about it that much,” but my response is always “Yes!”

And now that I come to think of it, I know why.
Immigrants don’t have the “time” to think about their displacement. Walking…

Afifa Zaheer

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