Hello my fellow curious souls. I know, you’ve found this link somehow or I’ve sent it to you. Either way, you’re here now and wondering ‘who the heck is this girl?’ Right?
No? Just me?
Even if you don’t want to know, I’ll still tell you who I am. Or at the very least, give you a small glimpse of who I am.
A girl has no name. For now, I am Me and nothing else.
I am a Pakistani-American who was raised in the United States. Except, I never felt like I belonged anywhere–not in the American community and not in the Pakistani community. When you lose a sense of belonging, you tend to lose a sense of self and I did just that. I lost who I was for a long time, and this is my way of bringing myself back.
The title here is ‘Dear Zindaagi’. Why, you ask? Because it simply means ‘Dear Life’. This is my series of love letters to life–my way to trying to know and understand who I am and just get a better understanding of this rocky rollercoaster we’re on.
If you so choose to get on this ride with me, feel free to follow me on this journey in achieving my dreams and learning more about myself.
If you don’t want to, no harm, no foul.
Just know right now that life is messy and this blog will be as well. Not everyone will like me, or agree with my views. But this is a safe place for any and everyone; keep that in mind before you go about being nasty. We’re all human and while hiding anonymously behind a computer screen may be easy, just don’t do it.
We’re all humans here and decency is and inherent attribute in us all. All you have to do is choose to be decent.