A few days ago I read smth abt how women in pk are just one event away from getting kicked out of their homes, or beaten or raped or disowned. one text. one bad careem ride. wrong place, wrong time. a relative seeing you w someone. one picture. one accusation & it’s over for us.
They say that the time will heal it, the pain will go away
But everything, it reminds me of you and it comes in waves
The way you laugh when your shoulders shook, the time you took
To teach me all that you had taught
Tell me, how am I supposed to move on?
Oh shit its that time of the year again where seculars go "Mujhe blood dekh kay bohat pain hoti hai, animals ko hurt na kia karen. Let me sacrifice a water cooler instead"