A day in the life of my Pakistani mother

A day in the life of my Pakistani mother Wake up! Your brother needs his breakfast before he goes to work. Only 3 slices of bread left? You’ll manage without it. Your brothers a man and he needs to be fed. You don’t really need it anyway. Hurry! Get ready for school. Why are you …

A short poem about Social Anxiety

Daddy’s little girl? Never had the chance. Mummy’s princess? Not even close.

"Where is your dad?" This is a question I've been asked several times. I was constantly asked this as a young child and asked again when I started this blog. I'm quick to answer and say he has passed away, which is true but there's more to it than that. I arrived in the UK …