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Amna Ameer

  • May 03, 2024

    Due time

    I never knew it would end up this way. The way when winter sets in and a dense fog obscures the vision. Soon nothing is visible to the naked eye....

  • October 27, 2023

    Autumnal disposition

    That it probably had risen from death. This pain isn’t the actual funeral, it is merely a mirage of all things that have once lived but now have...

  • October 20, 2023

    Saving grace

    How in the dark when my father drove the car, I always knew we’d get where we had to go....

  • September 22, 2023

    While the bed is still warm

    This year has been a year of reminiscing and reverence. A sweet ode to the one who left us at the end in January....

  • March 10, 2023

    Fading light

    Take that turn. And sit with the ones who have left and once again hold them. Watch them. Stay in the afterglow of their radiance....

  • January 06, 2023

    Finding home

    It has been a year of finding that feeling of home. When the vines grew taller than the walls and poison spewed into everything I knew....

  • October 21, 2022

    Going on 30

    Here are some lessons from a decade of teenage years as I reach the infamous thirty. But, thankfully, all the more self-aware, grateful and wiser, I...

  • August 26, 2022

    The subtle art of being grateful

    It’s your mother’s favourite song, and your father turns up the volume and you all sing along....

  • July 22, 2022

    Struggles of a struggling

    We take a person with visible symptoms and try to explain them with every plausible explanation except the actual reason that may be the underlying...

  • July 01, 2022

    My truth

    The truths that I carried were not only mine but were a reflection of all the frivolous stories others told to conceal them....

  • January 07, 2022

    A parting prayer

    Please bless us with more patience and insight. Let us firmly believe You are the best of planners....

  • December 17, 2021

    An ode to Lahore

    My days at this point were a series of paradoxes; that wanted to break through....

  • October 22, 2021

    Forgotten evening

    Like a wound that is about to heal and be filled with scab. Yet suddenly it starts to bleed afresh....

  • September 24, 2021

    Oh, Curious One

    The dust particles that rise in the air every time the bed is made, looks to you like tiny fireworks in the bedroom....

  • August 13, 2021

    To unlearning toxic traits

    The more ‘secular’ and ‘accepting’ this world becomes, the more it becomes an oyster to be exploited by the pervasive minds...

  • July 30, 2021

    While it lasts

    Not reminiscent of last night’s argument to the full lit moon. Every trace of morose thoughts fade away....

  • May 14, 2021

    The curious case of domestic chores

    Glistening in the pale moonlight like scars from yester years, this requires unadulterated attention. Must attend to it. Must keep it away....

  • January 08, 2021

    Lesson from 2020

    You have to find your own joy without guilt and let the world find their own way in their pursuit of happiness...

  • January 01, 2021

    Lost love

    Thoughts like these is not how it should’ve been. Things have turned out so differently....

  • September 04, 2020

    What Pakistan means to me

    To me Pakistan means the cold wisp of Abbotabad. The roads of PMA. Cadets running in the morning....

  • May 22, 2020

    Wistful yearning

    Lying in bed in the afternoon sun, with the shadows of spring trees playing hide and seek outside....

  • May 08, 2020

    Love in the time of Covid 19

    The entropy of our existence is constantly guiding us towards our fate. Is our fate death or rebirth? Or none at all....

  • April 17, 2020

    Not all is lost that is lost to love

    You find that the only way you can let the roses of winter spring in the harsh cold is if you nurture the fire inside your heart....

  • February 07, 2020

    Day dreaming

    The clouds are the pink colour of cotton candy. The air is sweet. And the winter sun softly caresses your skin....

  • January 10, 2020

    Twenty-sixth year of becoming

    One of these days you have to move away from your family, too. It will be the most painful thing you know.....

  • January 25, 2019

    I’ve made it

    The meaning of these words has changed for me tremendously over the years.....

  • August 10, 2018

    Things I wish I could tell my younger self

    Relax, it gets better. It might be a bad day. You may have too many things to do....