It's a strange time to feel lonely with lockdown easing. And yet, my heart aches for connection and validation.
The interconnectivity of traumas through time
Trauma comes and goes in waves, ever reminding us of remains unhealed. Recently, this has been in the linking of similar pains.
Suffering is ignorance, and ignorance is suffering
Today was the first day of a one week retreat on the precious human life with my favourite lama, and we discussed the origin of suffering (spoiler, its ignorance).
The trauma of multiple nationalities
Nationality-wise I can make claim to 3 countries, but I'm not sure my heart belongs to any of them.
Disappointing my younger self or growing into future me?
I don't miss much from the country I grew up in. I'm only missing the space between the notable events and people.
How to stop repressing your emotions!
The people here in the UK are known to have a stiff upper lip; they hold back on showing their feelings as emotional public displays are discouraged. But why is that dangerous?
Nazanin, nazanin #poem
A poem for Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe, a British-Iranian woman jailed in Iran. Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson's comments as well as UK-US impact on Iran in 1953 sealed her fate.
A love letter to London during the lockdown
I was using public transport for the first time in weeks, and although deserted, I still encountered people in the same train carriage as me. My beloved London was quiet now, and the absence of people struck all the more with a deep blue sky above me. I was on my way to volunteer in... Continue Reading →
Claim your life back, one breath at a time (a short story)
Restless and anxious, I come back home. Meaning, I sit back down with my laptop to write you a short story.The days are still dark now in February, one storm after the other blowing through the UK and my mind. Dark days indeed I think, scrolling through twitter: adults attacking a teen climate fighter, hate... Continue Reading →
Hellbent #poem
ran into your God rough sleeping yesterday
he said his church had turned into a yoga studio