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Letters to People

All that is left unsaid to people known, unknown, and imaginary.

To all women afraid of blood,

To all women afraid of blood,

You won’t be allowed into Doctors Hospital’s operating theatre in Lahore. In fact, no women will be allowed in, afraid of blood or not. And that’s mostly thanks to my mom. It all started when she asked me to grab her phone from the room across the

To my three-legged racer,

To my three-legged racer,

Competitiveness is nothing new to me. In fact, it started at the very young age of 9, when I traumatized you, an unlucky classmate, just to win a school race.

Blue and gold prayer mat with red tasbeeh on top

To the angel under the stairs,

There are some days when I desperately need God.

A hand adding a red puzzle piece to an all grey puzzle board

To my missing piece,

They told me to calm down, to gather myself, that it would help you, that it would be better for you, but how could I? How could I when the baby that I had nourished and grown and had dreams and plans for was slipping through my swollen fingers?

An elderly walking alone on a deserted road

To the elder journeying alone,

I hope that it was my limited line of sight or the circumstances on that day that had pierced my heart so deeply, and not your reality.