EPILOGUE It’s summer again. My university is ending. I see on Facebook that Ghania is posing everywhere in the United States with Yasin. She’s someone who makes the best of a situation based on overt benefits. And people like her always do well in life, the way they do on social platforms. Oh yes, I’m … Continue reading »
Posted in January 2012 …
The First Feeling. (part nine)
Amma had heard all of that. She had walked in and I hadn’t heard her walking in because I was too busy talking. And it was kind of hard to make sense of other noises when Ghania was sobbing her eyes out into her gorgeous dupatta. “Ghania will not be talking to Zohaib, Sumera. She … Continue reading »
The First Feeling. (part eight)
He was apologetic. Not in the way I would have wanted him to be but he was. He kept sweating at the brow even though it was very cold. He kept asking for water even though he’d had plenty. He wasn’t thirsty or hot. He was just guilty. And guilt makes you do and feel … Continue reading »
The First Feeling. (part seven)
“You proved me right after all.” The morning cup of tea was steaming hot, the caffeine in my system was already on a low. My stock of patience ran thinner than it usually did once I’m deprived of my regular tea/coffee. “You proved me that you are a stupid, stupid daughter.” I took a sip … Continue reading »
The First Feeling. (part six)
I remember a garden. Something with blue painted fences and green hedges and pink flowers. It was a loud, obvious color scheme and I remember thinking that that is never the way I would choose to decorate a garden. I’d like it more subtle and toned-down and filled with small potted plants instead of rows … Continue reading »
The First Feeling. (part five)
There are two kinds of people in this world, when it comes to big moments. The one kind is always disappointed in how things happened. That kind always sees the opposite of what they had imagined those moments to be. The second kind probably has that strange unexplained, un-understandable karma working for them because they … Continue reading »
The First Feeling. (part four)
Our house was just a new structure built thirty meters near the old one. But Amma had her own kitchen, free from Ghania’s daily raids, she kept her own maids, all of whom reported for duty at 3 pm sharp. Dadi Farrukh cried loudly and with huge words that I chose to forget – the … Continue reading »
The First Feeling. (part three)
Hakeem Abdullah came to Lahore from Mohali with nothing but the clothes on his back and his young, fragile wife. Some say partition broke her heart enough to kill her but I’m more partial to the logic of death as resulted by pneumonia and the lack of proper health care for women during that time. … Continue reading »
The First Feeling. (part two)
Zohaib and I had been strangers, most of the time. He was the ‘older cousin’ who had no bearing on our childhood exploits whatsoever. The only one instance where I do distinctly remember him is him pulling my hair when I was screaming and stomping because Abba Jee had taken my sisters to the city … Continue reading »
The First Feeling. (part one)
Perhaps it is like the time when you asked me to do something I couldn’t have really done without making myself feel like an idiot. You told me to run, as fast I possibly could, and I ran and I couldn’t see beyond the pain because I was so interested in seeing your reaction when … Continue reading »
