A poem about reclaiming identity, inspired by my own experiences as a Pakistani girl. :) Thank you for reading! <3
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I go through this every year . Even when I was with my husband for Ramadan (2 times out of 7) I would feel envious ( in a good way) for those who had family members to spend the blessed month with and...
A poem about reclaiming identity, inspired by my own experiences as a Pakistani girl. :) Thank you for reading! <3
šš®š« šš§šš«š² ššØš« šš”š šš¬š šššš¬šØš§šš„ šØš ššØš¦š¦šš„š²š¦š©š¢šš¬ (šš²šš§šš²) - šš”šØš«š šššØš«š² ššššš šØš«š²
āš°šš š¢šš ššš ššššš šššššššššš, š ...
I go through this every year . Even when I was with my husband for Ramadan (2 times out of 7) I would feel envious ( in a good way) for those who had family members to spend the blessed month with and...