I open my mouth and try to speak through water

Like a fish, mere bubbles emerge

How do I pop them open so the whispers of my voice

Might emerge and enter softly, your ears Continue reading


A World Away: Bannu, May 2015.

Extracted from undergraduate thesis, first published in 2015. 

The Margallas finally come into sight, a hazy blue presence becoming clearer and clearer with every mile of motorway. The Peshawar-Islamabad route is beautiful. There are rivers and canals and trees, cattle, and small, neat farmsteads. There are some rugged peaks too, but they are not the Margallas. The Margallas are home. Continue reading

On Choice and Being

You see, there is a most profound difference between having our choices and being our choices. When I reduce you, your being, down to the choices you made under circumstances I have not faced, feeling feelings I have not felt, I am reducing all you are and all you could be down to one label, one concept inside my own head. It is a violation. Continue reading