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Do you dream of all the lives you could have lived?

Do you ever wonder what would have happened had you not made that particular choice at that particular moment? On some nights do you toss about in bed thinking of all the things you did or didn’t do that brought you to this moment, right now in the present? Does it fill you with relief or regret? Is the sigh you let out content or wistful or loaded with remorse?...

Continue Reading 27 Jan 2019

UGANDA DIARIES

One thing I look forward to during each visit to a new place is the local cuisine. It can be a bit tricky sometimes because halal options aren’t always available and I don’t eat most fish. Ugandan food so far hasn’t been a problem. Their food is simple, both to make and on the stomach too. There’s a lot of beans and plaintain and starch. Minimal spices involved (which the...

Continue Reading 26 Jan 2019

Live and love

This time in Uganda is different.

Continue Reading 22 Jan 2019

The ten year challenge reminded me of this from a few years ago

We moved to Jeddah for a year when I was in 11th grade (ten years ago). One of the first things you have to do on arriving is apply for an iqama (resident permit). And apart from medical check ups and lots of forms, you also need to submit some photos. You all know my aversion to any photo taken for official purposes. I have been cursed for life, there...

Continue Reading 17 Jan 2019

Seeing My Mother Through Different Eyes

Growing up I used to dread the PTA meetings. Not because I was a poor student-I was stellar, even if I say so myself :D- but because my mother would come to the meetings. My mom was and continues to be a dedicated parent. She was always there, through all the meetings and sports coaching and tournaments and fancy dress competitions. She picked out poems for my recitation competitions and...

Continue Reading 08 Jan 2019

Road tripping with parents

My family is a family of seasoned road trippers. We’ve lived out of boxes all our lives so a few days on the road doesn’t faze us. The earliest road trips I remember are from when I was around 7 or 8 when my parents would bundle the three of us in our hideously green omni van and go to the India’s famous northeastern vacation spot- Darjeeling. The rickety metallic...

Continue Reading 08 Jan 2019
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