Writing Again

Out of the impulse to dust this site off again, I turned my laptop on to do something about it only to end up staring blankly at the screen, trying to figure out how and why I would even have to do so.

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See the Khawaja

A reminisce: In a structure made of mud, I remember wanting to see more of what’s outside. I was curious as always but I was told it’s wiser to stay inside as not to attract any uninvited attention. Of course, I complied. And while I tried to calm my wandering mind, I heard whispers and…

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Lord, I Can’t.

I woke up worrying about so many things. Worrying what if I cannot make things work, what if I fail? This kind of line of thoughts would usually spiral down into self doubts and feeling awful about myself.

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