janazah is perhaps the most painful sight one can hold in their life, a body once so full of love, lying their lifeless not responding to your call, a life that didn't have the heart to see you in tears not responding to your cries, what absolute and overwhelming tragedy death is
Friends, my family runs a restaurant in Lahore Defence and we are looking to hire transgender staff both for kitchen and as servers. If anybody has any leads please drop me a msg.
The idea is to reintegrate the marginalized- we are good people to work with.
My Maa and I have just had liberty burger, the air is sweet, we're home now. I'm putting oil in her hair, her friends visited today and said we look alike. Kavita Seth plays in the background, her choice not mine. But I sing along the saddest lines, I feel quiet alright until maa
Four years ago my brother thought that running a restaurant on the 'side' would be fun. A few months later he ran into an unexpected business crisis meaning that this restaurant had to be mainstreamed, it could no longer function on the side.
All five of us got together and
One of my fav imagery and detail of Prophet Muhammad receiving the first revelation is how upon reaching home he finds the unquestionable comfort and strength of Bibi Khadija's companionship.
The faith and trust that defines their relationship at this critical moment, at what
Oh well i just want to go back to our purana ghar and watch hera pheri with my family
the architecture of the house was strange; our tv lounge was so small I'd have to sit with a cushion on the staircase to join the rest, it was so lovely, so sunny, it never felt bad to not have
the most damaging thing that society can instill in young girls is making them cater to the male gaze. no one should be living their life in anticipation of how they will be perceived by another person. yet, it is painfully common, and breaking from it requires relentless effort.
Twitter friends-I got accepted at
@Harvard
for a Masters, without a funding. My degree focuses on shrine culture and its intersection with peace and conflict, a subject I've worked on since years. If anyone can guide this Pakistani towards any grant/fellowship I'd be indebted :(
Whether it is Bushra's Nikkah with IK or Umar Cheema's daughter-the damn truth is that everyone still makes women's bodies, morals and honor the battleground for politics- and it all comes down to proving which man is dirtier in terms of how lose his woman is. Filthy mentality.
the light of my heart, the core of my being, my relentless supporter, Baba, my jaan left us to meet his creator
he takes with him a chunk of our lives, pls say a prayer for whatever remains in us
a prayer for majee and bhai and my little niece who’s baba’s best friend 2nd to me
saw ustaad nusrat fateh ali khan in my dream, he was siting by the seaside and talking to himself in mathematical terms about the proportions of spice that need to go in making qorma 😵😵😵
Everyday I see the quality of people's lives deteriorates after getting married, everyday I wonder if people know anything about how marriages work before they get into it and everyday I'm shocked by the way people in abusive marriages pressurize younger people to get married too
"Grief, I’ve learned, is really love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot give. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes and in that part of your chest that gets empty and hollow feeling. Grief is just love with no place to go."
I have often wondered what the big deal about praying is, I have thought about it eagerly even while praying - what is this supposed to feel. What are we supposed to derive from repeating the same verses five times a day for the rest of our lives -
My best friend growing up was
I am aware of the HUGE privilege that comes with being in the US and having the freedom to navigate with comparatively more ease but - as a friend from India said - by coming here we've lost our EASE of existence. So many things have to be relearnt here, so MANY annoying things.
They also need to stop moral policing. I was out with my brother to get roti once and this squad had the audacity to walk up to me and ask who I was with.
I have every right of free and independent mobility in this country and the job of any squad is to make that mobility safe.
“My grief knows no bounds, and my nights would remain sleepless till Allah chooses for me the house in which you are now residing.”
Ali a.s on Fatima s.a’s death
Sermon 200, Nahjul Balagha
Why the hell can't healing be linear? How does one cope when they've been doing better since a week and then suddenly on a Saturday morning they wake up shattered? Why is the sun so bright today, why is the heart so heavy
Why
a friend of mine may be falling in love and i want to hold their heart in my hands
and gently pat their back when they struggle to breathe alright, out of excitement, out of joy, out of fear that there may be hurt at the end of this path. I want to hold their heart as one holds
undergrad vs grad school: a thread
I remember joining LUMS for undergrad. A campus that looked way more purpose built than all the LGS branches combined, and velvet flags welcoming the incoming batch instilling an inflated sense of self, making me think 'apan kuch daring kare ga
I'm sitting here, in the middle of our lounge, at home. It's 5 am. Jetlagged but sitting here, and smiling. At the walls. Absorbing colors. Waiting for the birds to chirp. Mother will wake up soon. She'll see me in the lounge and ask kya kar rahi ho
Bus maajee, ghar par hun ghar
we both very well know why. Maybe even who. Maybe it is her question that made me revisit obscure rooms in the heart, which lay their silently, awake only at night when reason falls asleep and we dream together with a cup of tea.
i don’t know how to explain this feeling of waking up in the middle of the night and wanting to speak to baba and then stepping out to breathe and smelling rain even though it isn’t raining but the smell of rain is the smell of your father who instilled in you the delicate
Stared back at a man staring at me in the bank.
He didn't stop staring.
Called him out. Asked kya masla hai.
He didn't stop staring.
Told him, eb himat kar dekhne ki.
He didn't stop staring.
Kis mitti ka bana hota hai mard? Repulsed, disgusted and hopeless.
Sometimes I fall in love with Namaz. Standing there, conversing with God, repeating again and again how magnanimous and beautiful and merciful he is. Bowing down, prostrating and remembering his divine embrace. Ghaur karen toh ishq aur bayaan ki rasam khuda ne hi toh rakhi hai.
Earlier this week I booked a
@CareemPAK
ride for a route I take twice a week usually. After booking the ride I contacted the captain on the number provided by the app. He asked if Minahil booked the ride and then said he was assigned a new car which was still applied for so he's
Today a group of men, most likely in early thirties, came at Pataka insisting on car service, we told them that car service is not allowed under government regulations so they ordered take away and when the food was brought to them they drove away. If you're seeing this, fuck you
guys so you all know we run a restaurant, right? run isn't the right word, the word is my mother putting salt lamps by the window for good vibes and my brother using the giant red diary where all of our families recipes are stored for quality control. i've heard everyone say good
An incredible moment at LUMS; 'Citizen or Minority- the Ahmedi Question'
Proud of HumAahang and their fearless team. Thanks to ustaad'on ke ustaad
@AU_Qasmi
- wonderful to hear
@UsmanAhmad_iam
as well.
understand missing and loving both put together. The ones I love are with me in my heart, they've hardly ever left even if we're miles apart. When I was born I had two teeth, some said it was a sign of luck, I think my luck is that togertheness never featured as my flavor of
Got into Harvard but failed the CSS exam.
Right in the Ali Sethi feels.
(best wishes to those who cleared the exam - my performance was questionable to begin with, not undermining efforts of those who passed - learning classical music so feel more like Sethi)
Y am i so apologetic
asks if I miss anyone. We don't know who she could have in mind, such has been the love life. I laugh, but also irritated, I want to tell her Maa I'm not that fragile, but that's not what you say on a day when the moon is full and the weather nice. I want to tell her I don't
of affection because those for who our heart grows fond may not feel the same, they may never, and this is not a tragedy. Tragedy may be to have an empty heart instead.
To have the condition attached, latched.
Anyway, I tell Maa nahin yaar aisa nahin hai why do you say that when
i have not attended a single wedding this season without thinking about sheherzade appa who married the person she loved at a friend's home in a city where she didn't belong and wore a wedding ring lent to her, just to ceremoniously mark the event, her life always reminds me that
I can't get over Prateek Kuhad's concert yaar. And I don't want to.
This concert was about so much
All at once
All in one place
How many times have I seen brown couples in one place, just being? Hugging, holding hands, celebrating their love?
Not in Lahore, certainly not
It is imp to talk about this moment not merely as a religious duty of a Prophet's wife but also the profoundly human-ness of the reliability.
How, at an extraordinary epiphany; something unimaginably grand and overwhelming, the embrace of your wife is where firmness cultivates.
i wonder how different/less cynical one's perspective would be if they grew up not worrying up about financial security.. The sooner one is exposed to economic injustices the more difficult it becomes to feel excited about being productive, creative and brilliant even bcs you
random af but i've been nominated as president of the harvard div school student council but i don't feel like running for the election. IF i win i'll be the first pakistani (i think) to hold the position. Should i sacrifice mah lyf for pakistan although koi khaas mood nai hai?
A shia family that was passing by the FC college bridge witnessed Dr. Ali Haider and Murtaza Ali Haider's killing in 2013. They felt their kids would not be safe in Pakistan, and they migrated to the UK. With increasing hate crime across the world against different communities we
My father's friend called to say that he loved the wandering piece I wrote, told my parents they better not pressure me for marriage and then told me separately that I mustn't settle and marry only when my heart is entirely content aur agay ke raastay hamvaar lagein 😂🥺
Visited a Hindu family today, baaton se baat nikli toh told them about being called kafir in grade 4 because of my name (not comparable to the discrimination they face) although I grew up as a Sunni. Beena then told me they are Hussaini Hindus and they have an Alam on their house
a student of my brother’s got a distinction in the CIE’s and said that he wanted to dedicate it to our father… what a bitter-sweet and utterly human thing to do 💘
I helped with the interior and marketing and baba would procure fresh supplies.
In the past four years we encountered unprecedented health challenges as a family, we were unprepared for how utterly consuming running a restaurant is, how difficult it is to cater to the comfort
on day 1 in DC I called a friend crying bcs I wasn’t finding anyone to go to the imam bargah with, today I went to majlis after majlis and have a whole community and people to call my friends. it reminded me of the first time I attended a majlis bcs I was curious about what baba
We played our folk music to avoid adding to the typical DHA aMbiEnCE imagination.
I, on behalf of Pataka Boti, thank you all and invite you all to give our food a try.
We have learnt from this journey that our health relies on the quality of what we consume. So we've made
I'd like to move to japan and undo some past months. Laugh more, worry less. Walk into a room and compliment everyone. Decline small talk, quit explaining myself. Burn incense and grow herbs in my garden. I'd like to read and welcome strangers over for tea. I'd like to go away.
As a single person in my LATE thirties I'd say being afraid of loneliness if the worst reason for marrying. You only come home to yourself and you are ABUNDANT. We all first need to unlearn love to be fully and wholly embraced by love's radiance. Anything else/less is stupid.
Thinking about Pataka Boti this Monson and how before we had a restaurant, actually long before that, when we were little my brother and I always tried making spaghettis and meatball only to realize that we didn't belong to that taste palette and we'd end up having tandoori daal
Pataka Boti came into being. Can't forgive my brother's friend for suggesting the name.
Anyway not knowing a thing about the restaurant industry we decided that the only way to move forward was to give it all our heart and effort.
Majee and bhai spent days finalizing recipes;
that our promise. That well yes, we suck at marketing and there isn't enough buzz about Pataka (debatable) but we will never compromise on our quality, on the integrity with which we sell.
wishing Pataka gets more wings in the coming years;
If our countries treated their women better, if our homes understood boundaries of love and care, if our roads had goddamn pavements and our men did not have to be robots in order to not sexually violate someone, I don't think we would have wanted to leave home.
Bloody hell idhr
'I was a hidden treasure, I wanted to be known, so I created the universe' I often returned to this Hadith e Qudsi when I was at a tricky junction in life. It made me feel that being hidden did not translate into being absent. Goodness would reveal itself in time.
literally is the birth of Islam, must be amplified.
We've been talking about four marriages, forced marriages, underage marriages for too long - and certainly for the right reasons. Right reasons should also extend to meaningful lessons that one can apply to their lives.
All of us at home have been very lucky to have travelled but my brother, the middle child of the house has not been on an airplane since twenty five years. He's traveling for the first time and going to Karbala for Ashura. If anyone wants to send any request for prayers, do share
Sat with the aalim/lecturer after his majlis, and after every question he politely added that he was speaking from a man's point of view, and a woman's perception is most likely very different and he would not know about it.
It is so imp to acknowledge this and let women share.
of a diverse cliental. But we marched on, our friends showed us love and voiced their love, they stood with us when we ran between Pataka and hospitals, they were patient when food delivery was a little late.
Honestly, it has been a bitter-sweet journey but the sweetness is all
it is the person you want to spend your life with that matters never the extravagance of elaborate events, i don't think anyone's heart is convinced about the turning of weddings into films anyway because probably love ought be the only thing better in reality than in fiction?
I was to attend the memorial for Mashal Khan at LUMS yesterday until it got canceled due to 'administrative issues'. It seems like even the memory of some resilient souls is too much for those in power to take.
Two events cancelled at two private universities: one on the
#PashtunTahaffuzMovement
and the other on
#MashalKhan
. One teacher fired from his job at a public university because he was too critical. The message is clear: reproduce the status quo or shut the hell up.
due to those who drove all the way to an obscure market in K block and tried our food (we have now moved to the cool side of defence in phase 5).
Form birthdays, to ad shoots, gham hours, book club readings and open mics we did all to make people at home and invigorated, both.
"Wandering is about basking in the simplicity of complex mechanisms and being present in transient moments.
To loiter is to acknowledge that time and space are the economy, politics, poetry and a necessary void, all at the same time"
I wrote on wandering!
Girl passing by in the library: omg you're so pretty!!
Me, fully knowing she doesn't know urdu: omggg abhi aap ne meri majee ko nahin dekha
🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️
I had thought that when I write about it, about grief, it’ll be a map of how to get out of it. But after writing I realized that I can only write about what it is, what it feels like, how vulnerable. It is rather sad. Kind of wondering why I wrote it.
This Feb can someone write about the economics of love? The complexities of inter class love/ the difficulty of having an affair with someone who is left leaning? The gift economy, trends of outsourcing hand made presents, and exclusivity or the lack of it thereof? Just for awein
Hello just a little reminder that my family runs this restaurant in Lahore and they put their heart in keeping everything up to the mark.
We started a restaurant horrified by the food quality and hygiene in Lahore so try our best to be best hehehe :)))
thinking about my recent trip back home. it was overwhelming in ways, but my father getting the shock of his life finding out im not 22 is its own special category
it is so difficult to talk to friends and family back home, there is constant sickness in the background, everyone is always tired, there is no sense to be made of price hikes, so much despair.
Was speaking to my brother and he said how some restaurants have closed down and ppl
Yaar yeh decolonization weghaira sab theik hai but can't someone start a focused tehreek on making goray install muslim showers in the bathroom... I mean they're big on putting hand sanitizers everywhere... Muslim shower ki baat bhi samajh aa hi jaye gi, nai?
Nothing comes close to the joy of sitting in a corner and watching two people in love. The way they exchange glances as though no one notices them yet the entire universe observes, devoted to their love. It's almost as though the air that surrounds them is singing, touching notes
Known for its warmth and love, my family opened up a restaurant 2 years ago knowing nothing about the business except the will to happily serve our customers. We've seen the good and bad, but mostly it's been delightful.
For those who haven't visited, give Pataka Boti a chance!
a kid, this post is increasingly make me think about Jagjit Singh's song mujh ko lauta do bachpan ka sawan, only this isn't about bachpan it's about being an adult and still being able to feel silly and irresponsible when we were in that house. Miss you fisco 🌸❤️
In the India of today, to belong to a minority is a crime. To be murdered is a crime. To be lynched is a crime. To be poor is a crime. To defend the poor is to plot to overthrow the government.
- Arundhati Roy
Very well applies to Pakistan too
and for baba who bravely fought cancer for 3 years without uttering a word of complaint, not even one
he waited profoundly & met the end in gratitude
repeatedly said he can’t begin to count his blessings &
his last words were also quintessentially his
‘chado yaar mein theek aan’
I have made quite a research on your work inside Pak
@CynthiaDRitchie
I have noticed that you have made thousands of documentaries and millions of UK and US citizens have watched them. I am sorry. I will explain my apology in a vlog today 🙏🙏 I never knew you contributed so much
People who think that Nida Kirmani's parody account is satire need to be more aware of what dissenting and critical voices face in Pakistan. The cost at which a handful dissent and are critical is massive, they pay a price for it already and nobody needs your irresponsible and
random perk of being maulai is that you can sometimes immerse your unexplained heavy-heartedness to a marsiya & turn gham hour into ghumehussain hour where heaviness ultimately turns lighter, gentler, kinder - replete with reminders that we must keep seeking love, seeking justice
Ran into someone after class who who looked tired and upset. Asked if she was alright. Said she wasn't. My parents are going through a divorce right now, she said:
But that's not what makes me sad. I'm thinking of everything my mother was unable to do because she was in this
My father, a retired professor, after reading my article asked casually 'yeh log tumhare peechay toh nahin ajaye gien?'
The strange sense of fear attached to 'yeh log' and what they can do to innocents- when will forced disappearances end? When will
#FindRaza
and bring him back?