Pathological Storytelling, Lies and the Medication I was Saved From

I used to love telling stories. As a kid, it was more than just a favorite pastime – it was my raison d’être. It was my way of channeling the unbridled creativity that comes with childhood, naïveté and exclusion. …

Fajr Ruminations on Ramadan in the Middle of Nowhere

I’m in a weird place this Ramadan. Not just spiritually but geographically as well. Almost exactly a year ago I finished my MA thesis and moved back home: home being wherever so my parents were living, regardless of roots and …

Born-Again Pakistani

After an 11 year absence, I had the chance this past summer to visit the country of my heritage and birth – Pakistan – for two weeks. Albeit brief and as cliche as this is going to sound, I emerged …

Save Your Pity

Rehearsal came to its unfortunate close. Laughing and joking, we wrapped up our first “Greased Lightening” performance. We were doing a tribute to Broadway that year, creating a grand mixture of some of the greatest songs and dances to have …

How Suburban Education Brainwashes Women

Through the 21 years that I’ve seen – unless you take out the first one to two-and-a-half, as they remain a blur – I’ve always kept the male sex at arm’s distance: military arms distance. Rommel would have been proud.…

Personal Statement For Law School

November 30. McGill law school application deadline. My GPA sucks, and I haven’t quite yet saved the world. However, I, like many other budding law students, have come to excel at the language of self-elevation. Law schools say they want …

Confessions of a Woman with Hair