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Dear Papa and Mamma,

Tell me, which day was it that you assigned my future for me? What about me made you feel that I can be a good doctor? Was it written on my forehead when I came out of your womb, ma?

Continue Reading 08 Jan 2019

The dam inside my mind

The dam inside my mind, which has been holding in all the ideas and inspiration for some time now, has begun leaking, threatening to burst. I wake up thinking about something to write about and go to bed with another interesting idea. Sometimes I get an idea as I am stirring the curry, at other times as I am nursing my daughter to sleep.

Continue Reading 06 Jan 2019

To Madina.

One of the hardest things about growing up is leaving your parents to live somewhere else. It wasn’t easy when i was 18 and in college and not easy 8 yrs later with a fresh baby in my arms. Nothing compares to the warmth and security one is enveloped in when in the presence of their parents. So two months back when they planned to visit us here in Saudi,...

Continue Reading 04 Jan 2019

Dear Baby Z,

You are 7 months old today. You are now a full fledged baby, congratulations!

Continue Reading 02 Jan 2019

A bit late

A bit late in putting up my 2018 reflections post but better late than never eh?

Continue Reading 01 Jan 2019

When I was younger

When I was younger, people in their 20s awed me. They seemed young but not immature like teens my age. And they were not old fashioned like our parents generation. 20s was like the sweet spot where you are youthful AND mature AND hep. I could not wait to foray into it myself and taste a little bit of the fun.

Continue Reading 20 Dec 2018
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