Coming home

Iss se pehlay ke wahan jaein tou ye dukh bhi na ho

Ye nishaani ke woh darvaza khula hai ab bhi

Aur uss sehn main har su yunhi pehlay ki tarha

Farsh'e naumee'diey deedar bicha hai, ab bhi. 

"It's a funny thing about comin' home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you."

Defeated

Jab baazi ishq ki baazi ho, jo chaho laga do, darr kaisa?

Gar jeet gaey tou kia kehna! Haray bhi tou bazi maat nahin.

When the game is that of love, go all in for what is there to be afraid of?

For if you win, you'll win it all, but even if you lose, there's no defeat. 

Mistakes

I'm not your first heartbreak, and you won't be mine, so we both know we will live. A broken heart keeps beating, strong and sure, despite the pain. Human beings have the capacity to live through greater losses than merely the death of Us. And I don't know, if I walk away, that you'll even be heartbroken. You are very self-contained, immensely resilient. I don't think you'll care enough. 

And that is the problem. 

I don't think you care enough to even fight if I walk away now. I don't think you care enough to fight for me if anyone else hurts me. Or maybe care is the wrong word. Perhaps it's just that this is who you are. You don't have the capacity to be moved beyond a certain mark, and you have full faith in my ability to fight for myself. Actually, you have full faith in my ability to fight for the both of us, whenever I'm needed to. You don't see that that is tiring for me. I will go to war for you, but then that is what I want from you, too. You don't see that every time you leave me to speak for myself, I see it as desertion. 

Aao ke karein bazm pe zar zakhm numaaya'n

Charcha hai bohat baysar'o samaan'iey dil ka

Come, let us bare our wounds to the world

There is much talk of the barrenness of my heart 

People

I have decided that the only way we can get rid of the hatred in the world now is to escalate physical human interactions between people of various backgrounds. It sounds simplistic, and in theory perhaps I always knew this. But the last two years has brought it into sharp focus for me.

In these two years, I have met a thousand different people, from all sorts of walks of life. I met, and fell absolutely in love with: Peruvians who mothered me; American Jews who  messaged me their support every time something went wrong back home and truly cared; Christian's from a variety of countries who are among the most pious people I know; Atheists who showered me with respect and were phenomenal friends; Indians who took me for ice cream when I was down, and stayed at the hospital with me over night when I burnt my hand, even with a final the next morning; Australians who became among my most valued friends.

People, whose backgrounds and religions I don't even know, who sent me boxes full of everything brand new that they thought I would need when I first came to the US, without ever meeting me, and drove many miles to come welcome me at the Boston airport; Chinese, Thai, Colombian, Vietnamese, Mexican, Canadian; People from Iceland, Russia, Greece, Chile, Venezuela, Argentina, South Korea, Italy, Guatemala, Kenya, and so many more.

I found that Latin American culture is very like my own in terms of gender roles, and that Jewish mothers are as involved in their kids' lives as Pakistani mothers, and every person I met was a Good Person.

I met an infinite combination of religion, country of origin, orientation, and socioeconomic background, and every single one of them was a Good Person.

More than the places I went, the food I ate or the adventures I experienced, I am thankful for these people that I met, for it has taken away any excuse for racism that I could ever have had in my life.

- Boston, 2015