The cup of tea sat on the table, patiently waiting for her lips to touch his. He knew it would be a while. His steam had already run out. He sat there cold and still.… View Full Post View Post
When I moved to Canada the first time I was 7 years old and fluent in both Urdu and English. With each passing year my fluency in Urdu waned. When we returned to Pakistan at… View Full Post View Post
A typical South Asian father is usually seen as a disciplinarian, a no-nonsense practical man often spouting advice on the real world, giving lectures on consequences just before taking out his leather belt. Ouch. Oh… View Full Post View Post
Thought I would update you since the previous post. (See Nablopomo day 18 Sleeping Baby) Well she did it. She stuck it out the whole night in her own bedroom for the first time. I… View Full Post View Post
My four-year-old frustrates me. Her cries infuriate. Fill me with a hate that is welling up inside. I want to run and hide. It’s late at night, why won’t she sleep? Her cries torment and… View Full Post View Post