I have experienced anxiety and insomnia since classes ended. I have found ways to deal with it but initially I could not sleep at night and when I did, I had the weirdest dreams. Demons, monsters, parents finding my profile on a dating app-you name it. All kinds of horrible scenarios and dreams seemed to be making it into my brain except bloody sleep.
Month: April 2020
My Two Cents
It feels like the entire world has come to a halt; the busiest towns are now completely empty, for probably the first time ever circumambulation around Ka’abah has been halted, and all the big events around the world are being cancelled.
Quarrels in Quarantine
If someone told me I’d be upset over an unprecedented vacation two months ago I’d have laughed but now I want nothing more than things to go back to normal and for IBA to resume formal learning again.
Life As It Is
I miss hanging out with my friends and having doodh patti (milk based tea), I miss what would have been my last few months as a bachelors student.
COVID: A Toothless Leviathan
Like many in lockdown around the world, I too undertook some new habits and developed new interests. I delved headfirst into therapeutic coloring, an endeavor we indulged in as a family. My sister pulled out her Japanese adult coloring book and a 36-coloring-markers set on the first day of lockdown, and let’s just say we’re still not tired.
My Life After COVID-19 Went Viral
Almost every night, my cousins, nieces and nephew in Canada and Scotland, and I do a conference call and we talk about all sorts of things: food, the Pakistani dramas we have been watching, my Scottish nieces’ and nephew’s new-found craze for the Turkish drama series Diriliş: Ertuğrul and all the new Turkish words they have picked up. We reminisce the trip we all took to Turkey around this time last year…
Unforeseen Turn of Events
It’s funny how you start to miss the things in life you thought you could live without. I miss my friends, I miss hugs. I don’t remember the last time I hugged my friends or the last time I ordered a pizza. I miss being able to order pizza, something I used to do at least once in a week or two.
Archiving the Everyday
I’m a writer, I tell myself, and everything is raw material. I have to write. And I’m a historian, so I have to record what’s happening, and I have to remember even though I’d rather forget.
