From a little girl who started reading from urdu magazines ( بچوں کا اسلام، تعلیم و تربیت ) to a woman who has started publishing her work in book form, I thought it would never happen. At least, this early. Growing up, to be a published writer was one of my dreams.
because in spite of my acceptance for all of these, I always know what I want to choose at the moment. And that's what matters. I have had this depth in me that can encompass and absorb diversities. And I can't hate myself for being gray.
- Atika
And then they ask are you a sunrise or sunset person? a coffee or tea one? a literature or cinema one? a beach or mountain one? a kind or harsh one? What do you prefer? attachment or solitude? heart or brains? sky or moon? dark or light? Are you lost or not anymore? hopeful or
dead inside? craving for love or too practical for it? And how I tell them that I'm all of these. There are parts of me that have a longing for each of them. I don't know how to detach myself from one to be true for the other. Now let it not be decreed that I'm a confused soul