We come from humble families, old houses & small towns with sad stories. We're not hustling to impress or to be in any competition with anyone. We just want to change the storyline & fight the battles our parents never won.
Whenever I'm compelled by the circumstances to give up on my dreams, the only thing that comes in my mind; "how's it possible that you would live a life & will be having nothing to tell, nothing to amuse others & nothing to tell others about the storms you've been through & won?"
Eating shami kababs with doodh Patti, the staple of my parents shaam ki chai, with my neice running in rain, with no worries of what lies ahead, no one could know what lies ahead but only adults worry by imagining it.
چند گھڑیاں یہی ہیں جو آزاد ہیں
Went to the nearby KFC in Lahore and there was a man sitting with hi wife and children keep staring on us. I mean man? You're sitting with your family & still doing this tharakpan. Pakistani men just deserve to be in the lowest places of hell, the way they ruin someone's good day
Was home this weekend & homies have taken the whole benefit out of it, have made chicken biryani, dum qeema, qeema pulao, butter chicken and chicken karahi 😭❤️
Everytime Eid is around the corner, idk why our hearts feel heavy with the memories of those who will never return. One time we feel happy but the heart never wants to. It continues to sob n feel the absence of those who used to make our Eid beautiful. I cannot 😭