Gratitude corner

April Gratitude: The Motherland

My head lops off the side of the kat, upside down, I close one eye and then the other, gaze focused on the mango tree in the distance. What is that on the branches? I entwine my fingers into the tightly strung rope at the foot of the charpai and lift myself up. Noon's piercing… Continue reading April Gratitude: The Motherland

Me, Me, Me

Summerize: memories and rituals

Prompt: go to dictionary.com, the word of the day is your writing prompt. Summerize: (v) 1797 'to spend the summer'. From 1935 as 'to prepare for summer'. As the school year draws to a close, all I have been doing lately is organising and preparing for the summer, or to rephrase it according to the… Continue reading Summerize: memories and rituals

Being Mrs. Kubra

A snapshot of a journey in teaching…

See, ever since I could talk and read and write, I wanted to be a teacher. Everything I did revolved around teaching, and from what little my parents recall about me, I was a bilingual, fluent chatterbox with an overflowing imagination. What better way to channel it all than to teach? My cousins still remember… Continue reading A snapshot of a journey in teaching…

31 Day Challenge October

Day 27: a ‘battle’ lost

I feel like today's prompt word is a sick joke I played on myself (cue the DJ Khaled memes). Either that or this October challenge was truly meant to be. I'm making fun of it now because after two years of living in quietude, I feel like I can talk about it as if it… Continue reading Day 27: a ‘battle’ lost

31 Day Challenge October

Day 21: A blind date

She took extra time grooming herself that day, causing annoyance to her siblings who grew exhausted banging on the bathroom door. Bathed in the scents of ittar, hands and feet stained with henna and kohl smudged in her eyes, she then proceeded to dress in her best garments: a ferozi shalwar kameez with a white… Continue reading Day 21: A blind date

31 Day Challenge October

Day 15: My kind of ‘Calm’

The clutter of my desk during a mid-week free lesson and the scribbles of To Do lists scrawled across my planner In the vocab list collated on the whiteboard and the unsteady handwriting of my scribe, struggling with the interactive pen In the half-drunk cups of tea and catching bits of banter in the staff… Continue reading Day 15: My kind of ‘Calm’

Diasporic Identity

The Oldham Riots: 15 years on

Let me just get this out there: it's a really bad idea to complete a dissertation about your hometown whilst preparing to leave. It's even worse if you already harbour a love/hate relationship with the place! I spent the summer reading about the 2001 Oldham riots which, until now, were fuzzy recollections of newspaper stills… Continue reading The Oldham Riots: 15 years on

Academia

On Writing: dissertation struggles

I've been working on my dissertation (by 'working' I mean thinking a lot and writing very little), and my brain is aching! I need to write something - anything - before my mind explodes. Ramadan coincided with the start of the summer holidays. It's super hard to switch your brain on during these long summer… Continue reading On Writing: dissertation struggles

Academia

On Writing: productivity and inactivity

The beginning of 2016 had me swinging between productivity and inactivity. Productive in completing errands that are (extremely) dull but necessary in order to live, and putting off tasks that are enjoyable (reading for pleasure, writing with purpose) but only possible in a dream world where all the aforementioned don't exist. In short, I have… Continue reading On Writing: productivity and inactivity