Daisy (a poem)

In old Celtic legends, innocence and purity are represented by daisies. In Norse mythology, the daisy is Freya’s sacred flower. Freya is the goddess of love, beauty, and fertility, and therefore the daisy symbolizes childbirth, motherhood, and new beginnings. Daisies are composite flowers which means they actually are two flowers blended perfectly to make one. This often allows them to stand for unity and true … Continue reading Daisy (a poem)

I don’t know what I’m doing.

It’s a Monday afternoon, I’m at a Starbucks Coffee shop with one of my oldest friends, Farrah. I’m cross-legged on the pseudo-rustic wooden chair talking about literature, linguistics and words and find myself nearly tearing up. My eyes are wide and I feel my hands move ecstatically in a way they can only do when I talk about something I’m this passionate about. Farrah’s a … Continue reading I don’t know what I’m doing.

a tug of the tether.

“No” “I’m tired” “I’m sleepy” “Not right now” He turned away, “I’m not mad” His lips pressed together, I brought my mouth to his.   Wiping my tears, Slapping the steering wheel. “You’re better than this.” Eyes in the rearview mirror, No longer mine But wholeheartedly his.   One step back, One dark look, A tug of the tether, I took two steps forward.   … Continue reading a tug of the tether.

Frankly my dear, I won’t Instagram.

I’m sitting at an outdoor table at the suburban default for celebration, ‘The Cheesecake Factory’. I’m surrounded by a few cousins of mine but my ears are completely tuned to the family sitting at the table behind us. A middle-aged father laughs at something his toddler says, the mother gently scolds the older son and tells him to sit properly. I can’t help but smile … Continue reading Frankly my dear, I won’t Instagram.

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How I Grew to Love My Culture

I grew up in a predominantly white community with white best friends. I don’t really know when I learned to become embarrassed of my heritage but it probably happened somewhere between first and third grade. Maybe it stemmed from the fact that I never had a solid group of brown friends, I had a best friend in grade school named Aleena who was Pakistani but … Continue reading How I Grew to Love My Culture

Cheat on your wife and quit your job.

A middle-aged white man is wallowing in regret as he tells Kumail Nanjani how he cheated on his wife and made the biggest mistake of his life. It was a moment of weakness, the pleasure didn’t even last a moment, he was filled with regret. A marriage spanning decades crumbles with a bad decision. “You’ll know you’re with the love of your life when you … Continue reading Cheat on your wife and quit your job.

I’m a romantic and I LOVE it.

I was partly inspired to write this blog post while reading one of my all-time favorite books, The Wrath and the Dawn by Renee Ahdieh for a third time. It’s just one of those books that describes love so poetically and beautifully where I can’t help but think “I wish I had the capability to write words that beautifully.” But Renee Ahdieh was only part … Continue reading I’m a romantic and I LOVE it.