What has my childhood left me but unsightliness of my existence? I attempt to make my words mean something but in truth, all that ever comes out is ugly stringiness. When they speak, I feel my head nodding to their flowery words: pretty, and filled with logic. What comes out…

Mother, you've given birth to a deserted creature. I don't know how to experience life without experiencing remoteness. I don't know how to not mistake this perpetual loneliness as the futility of my existence. But then again, Mother, I have made a solid person of myself. My skin no longer…

Don’t be another girl making another mountain out of another molehill. - Nora Cooper The loneliness that comes from being a victim and witness of narcissistic abuse is indescribable. There’s not a soul in the entire world that understands how miserable it is. Narcissists are so manipulative and deceptive that…

They don’t have power? Oh of course they do. No amount of sugar-coated epics ever paint the true picture. Its not resilience. Its the lack of choice. Its like walking on the burning coal laid out on the street because there’s no other road. And you must walk. There is no bravery…

Joy never comes alone for me. It always partners with fear, or guilt. On good days, I smile with caution. In case my laugh lets out a sound, I sigh out of fear. I was taught, “laughter follows cries”. Happiness is scary, it accompanies fear. It makes you pace with…

When the pain finally vanishes, nostalgia hits you. It's such a deceptive thing. Nostalgia does not simply take you back in time but it reinterprets the memories and tells you that all that passed away was better than today. It does not remind you of all the pain. What an…

Why do I always have to end the beautiful stories the sad way? As we passed through the same street, I saw you smiling. Perhaps it was not at my sight. Perhaps you hadn’t even seen me. Yet little did you know I smiled too. I smiled at the irony…

نکال لایا ہوں ایک پنجرے سے اک پرندہ اب اس پرندے کے دل سے پنجرہ نکالنا ہے عمیر نجمی You have convinced me that I’m someone that cannot be loved as I am. The mirror does not reflect my own image. Instead, it only reflects the words you whispered each…

“I do not wish to be perceived” I say as I complain about being invisible at the same time. I do not understand this dilemma that I have in my heart. …