Wednesday September 22, 2021
Amna Ameer

  • 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....