Letters To The Moon # 16


You know what I have to come to acknowledge. It’s that he celebrates me. As much as I would like to keep things low key and not talk about my achievements, he brags about it all the more. He goes above and beyond, not just for me but for the beliefs that I carry. It’s the look in his eyes when he forces people to go out for dinner just because I passed another exam. That look tells me that I will be fine. Continue reading “Letters To The Moon # 16”


Letters To The Moon # 14


Dear Moon,

It’s 7 in the morning and I am awake. Because I have been getting Black Friday alerts all night. I switched off my phone but then I could not sleep.

I am frustrated right now. When I checked my phone, a lot of the alerts were from Pakistani shops and their online websites. Like Daraz.pk, Liberty Books, etc. This makes me sad. Why is it that we feel the need to do what others do ? Black Friday is a huge deal in America. That doesn’t mean that it should be a deal in Pakistan as well. Can we never be original enough to do something of our own ? What’s next ? Celebrating Christmas. Continue reading “Letters To The Moon # 14”

Letters To The Moon # 12 (Travel Edition)

View from the apartment we were staying in Antalya, Turkey.
View from the apartment we were staying in Antalya, Turkey.

October 31, 2015

Dear Moon,

I am sitting on a bright blue couch in Antalya, Turkey right now. There are floor to ceiling windows on my left and I can see the sea from where I sit. The mountains are right behind it, posing as a perfect backdrop.

The moment I saw Antalya, I was transported back to my childhood, to Anna’s (my grandma) house in Waah Cantt. You see the lust of building skyscrapers hasn’t hit Antalya yet. It is green, everywhere. I absolutely love it.

Moon, you were ignored today because your other half was in full glory. I saw a sunset that is very rare in my part of the world. I cannot imagine what it is like to wake up to this view and go to sleep with that sunset. I am sure that I will spend all my time out on that balcony. Staying in this apartment instead of a hotel was the best decision I have ever made.

This vacation is already to a great start. We ditched all our plans for the day, took a long two hour nap, completely messed up our sleeping patterns and just sat on the balcony. Did I mention that we also ate the most incredible Pizza for lunch.

What I am loving the most is the peace and quiet. We are staying in a residential area and there is a main road right in front of it. But all I can hear is the blissful silence.

Antalya, you have already made me fall in love with you. I cannot wait to discover you more.

Adieu !



Letters To The Moon # 11

1445724254441Dear Moon,

I don’t know if I have mentioned this or not but I burn myself very easily. I am not klutz. I promise. I just seem to burn different parts of my body like you drink coffee, as part of your daily routine. If it was not for ice, I would have scars all over me. Not kidding at all. I am that person who burns herself with the Steak plate or steaming coffee, while frying Samosas, boiling water, making noodles, baking a pie, in short anything and everything. Continue reading “Letters To The Moon # 11”

Letters To The Moon # 10

Dear Moon,

It’s Muaaz’s (younger brother) birthday today. He turned 18 today. 18 ! Can you believe it ? Because I cannot. It seems just like yesterday when he was turning 15. It’s been an year since he left for Pakistan. How time flies !

This year was probably the hardest for him. We were right here when Abbu was in the hospital. But he was miles away without any family, unable to come. We could see our dad and get updates from the doctors everyday. While he had to stay there, give his exams and just pray for everything to be okay. Continue reading “Letters To The Moon # 10”

Letters To The Moon # 7

Dear Moon,

Apparently, not knowing whether your husband is wearing the new shoes or not is also a crime in the married world.

I need some answers from these so called Desi mothers of ours. Why the hell do you bring up your kids so dependent on you ? They are independent enough to study in international universities, go to work at world renown companies but are not able to match their ties with shirts. How ? And why ? How is it a wife’s responsibility to pick up his clothes off the floor ? Or call him every two hours to ask if he had breakfast, lunch etc ? Is he not sane enough to go and eat by himself ? or is he incapable of doing that ? Continue reading “Letters To The Moon # 7”