Munira's Mind
Sheep-Tail Fat
This writing is something I was supposed to do immediately after Eid-ul Ad’ha but then you know, I stood in my own way, as Charley
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Munira's Mind
The Language of my Volatility
The Language of My Volatility Most of us claim to resort to our vernaculars when in the depths of pain or joy. All the
Munira's Mind
The Hope That You Lived Well
My thoughts are often morbid but they don’t start out like that. Lately, however, a transformation that I cannot recall, happening, drifts my morbid thoughts
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Fatherly Vignettes
Father carries the yellow spray pump on his back. We are headed to my grandparents’ home to spray the goats. Ticks and fleas are running
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Get Well Soon
I am not great at being a patient. I remember times when I would go to the hospital to get a diagnosis, and then skip
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Riding the Tides
I bumped into love. I am sorry because I know in my last letter about falling for someone, I said I wouldn’t fall in love
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Mine is a Non-linear Approach to Life
My mornings start with a desire to accomplish all that I need to do in the day. While a to-do list is supposed to tell
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The Nostalgia that Sprouted on my Balcony
I am a very sentimental person. I value things that remind me of places and people, especially those that I remember fondly, sometimes even the
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Departures Arrivals
My depressive episode left this morning. I saw the silhouette of her departure, standing in the doorway of the mess she left behind, waving gently
Adopting a Child’s Excitement
Tomorrow is Miss H’s birthday. She is turning six. Since her last birthday, we have been talking incessantly about her next birthday. And by we,