Merci, Agnès Varda

Scrolling down my Facebook news feed, I saw JR posted a picture of him and Varda with the caption ‘’For my shooting star, wherever you are’’. I knew  in that  moment that she had passed. As I tried to verify my assumption about Agnès, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. To be honest, … Continue reading Merci, Agnès Varda

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Feminist? Oh, je ne sais pas

Sometimes I want to say mean things  about someone who's black. But I worry about being projected as a shallow girl who discriminates on the basis of color to people who will read my posts. So I don't say anything at all. But the truth is maybe I just wanted to say bad things about … Continue reading Feminist? Oh, je ne sais pas

Let’s talk about Katy Perry

A few days ago, my mom sent me the following whatsapp message: Yes my mom knows who Katy Perry is. Kinda cool right? I think most parents will be horrified if they know their children listen to things like "I kissed a girl", but my mom isn't.  (Or maybe she hasn't heard that song yet). … Continue reading Let’s talk about Katy Perry

Blasphemy or Freedom of speech?

Recent incidents like the death of a student for alleged blasphemy and an Indian singer commenting negatively on Azaan (the call to Muslim prayer) has led me to re-think about blasphemy. So what is blasphemy? By definition: Blasphemy is the act of insulting or showing contempt or lack of reverenceto a deity, to religious or … Continue reading Blasphemy or Freedom of speech?

What’s so bad about a Burkini?

If the current sentiments of French people are cold towards Muslim, I don't entirely blame them. It is hard for us to paint Muslims in a better light for them specially after the Charlie Hebdo incident and all other incidents that followed after. I was one of those Muslims who strongly condenmed the Charlie Hebdo attacks. Not … Continue reading What’s so bad about a Burkini?

Just another honor killing

It's through my Facebook news feed that I realized that Qandeel Baloch was mudered by her brother. The entire nation is grieving over the death of Qandeel Baloch, quite evident through their numerous status updates and Facebook posts. So who is Qandeel Baloch anyway? The word is "social media celebrity". Whatever that means. In my … Continue reading Just another honor killing

The Light

Precisely a week ago, I received an awful news about my visa that got rejected. It had been something I had been looking forward to for a very long time and the idea that it wasn't going to happen was incomprehensible. After letting out an entire army of curse words, the anger changed to supreme … Continue reading The Light

On Cocooning Women

I see all these posts on my Facebook about Hilary Clinton fighting for feminism and empowering girls and I wonder when will Pakistan actually start working on such goals and agendas. But then I laugh. Our country doesn't give a shite about women. And since we are the "Islamic" Republic of Pakistan, we really don't … Continue reading On Cocooning Women

Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité!

For a nation who's motto is "Liberty, equality and fraternity", the shooting of the French satirical magazine Charlie Hebdo has caused great distress. Not only in France, but world leaders from all across the world have come forward to express sorrow at the unfortunate events that took place this Wednesday and called on the act … Continue reading Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité!

Congratulation, Taliban!

This post is written not to mourn the children who have been killed in the Peshawar attacks. It is to congratulate the Taliban. It was only when I was purchasing some mints from the departmental store at the hotel that I heard about the Peshawar attacks. Apparently, a couple of self-proclaimed self righteous suicide bomber … Continue reading Congratulation, Taliban!

Big Boys Don’t Cry

Three years ago, somewhere in the middle of sociology class, I had an epiphany. Hey! I should take up Gender Studies! It seemed like the most obvious thing to do. Any article online that had the word "gender" or "gay", awoke the curious rabbit inside of me who won't stop jumping until I had memorized … Continue reading Big Boys Don’t Cry