on being

For the Men Who Were Never Taught How to Feel

for men who assumed a warped version of masculinity – by envisioning themselves like their fathers; stiff, rigid, inflexible “but my son, you may cry all your tears on my shoulder”, words they could only wish had been said to them. for the eldest sons, who carried the weight of expectation – feeling inadequate, feeling… Continue reading For the Men Who Were Never Taught How to Feel

On Self-Awareness and Reflecting (2017)

Since we live in a world encapsulated by deadlines, timelines and expiration dates: 2017 has been an interesting year. It has been quite balanced, and therefore less dramatic as my years usually are. Minus the fact I may have had a few misjudgements regarding specific people and situations, it was a year of spiritual, mental… Continue reading On Self-Awareness and Reflecting (2017)

The Trouble With Saudi Arabia

I was raised in Dubai, so I’d prefer to believe I have a fairly reasonable understanding of the Gulf, how Gulf countries function, and how their political systems (if applicable) are controlled. I love Dubai, and yes it definitely has its flaws just like every other developing city in the world, but there’s a certain… Continue reading The Trouble With Saudi Arabia

Love, Depression and Overdue Realizations

Depression is a state of low mood and aversion to activity that can affect a person's thoughts, behavior, feelings and sense of well-being.[1][2] People with depressed mood can feel sad, anxious, empty, hopeless, helpless, worthless, guilty, irritable, ashamed or restless. They may lose interest in activities that were once pleasurable, experience loss of appetite or… Continue reading Love, Depression and Overdue Realizations

Letter To Prepubescent Me

Dearest brace-face slash baby-fat encompassed thirteen year old Zahra (or should I say Zarah? I believe by now you've gotten over spelling your name with an X, thank goodness), How are you? I can imagine how exhausted you must be from arguing with your father all day - I know exactly how irritating and suffocating… Continue reading Letter To Prepubescent Me