Watershed moment

2 10 2012

October 1st, 2012.


Wish You Were Here

21 07 2012

By your side, holding hands. Cold.

Your eyes staring right at me while I try but fail to look back into your soul to find out what you’re feeling, saying and thinking? Trapped.

You clenched me tightly, shaking them as if trying to convey some sort of cryptic message that I could never decipher. Helpless.

I’ve never been big on words but you have always inspired me.

I was the best artist in school because of you, since everyone thought I made my own drawings, although it was actually you haha.

I even longed to have hand-writing like yours. So very artistic!

I always depended on you as being my only real sister, if not a second mother – Saman baji is more like a brother while Mehak is and will always be like a baby to me.

If I was given a chance, you and I would be best friends forever. I hate how we can’t share our life experiences with one another and cherish having each other.


I can’t believe it. Today is the first of Ramadan, 1433 A.H. Almost a year has passed, it seems like yesterday that you were with us.

They say that time heals everything. But what if you don’t want a wound to heal?

If you want something to stay the same, for as long as time itself. Because you don’t want it all to be okay again.

Because NO, you just can’t accept it all being okay again.

No, Amber baji it’s not okay that you’re not here with us anymore.

We would go to the ends of the world for you. Each and every one of us. Even little Hadi and Amanih.
Someone so pure and clean, yet so soiled by the misdemeanors of our own people…


Happy Ramadan, Amber baji. Hoping that you can read this wherever you are. Family meals are not the same without you here. We miss you more than anything! See you on sunday. ❤

All of us.


8 01 2012

Okay so, I have a new goal in life. I want to do what this guy did. YESSSSSSS!

And  HELLYEA I think it’s manageable. STFU!