What’s the best advice you’d give to someone younger than you?
Spend more time with the people you love, especially your grandparents and parents. You never know how much time you have left to make memories with them. Don’t take the people you love or the good days for granted. One day, you’ll find yourself searching for that familiar voice, that laugh, and the advice that came from years of experience, and it won’t be there anymore.
And lastly life is too short to leave important words unsaid.
There will always be someone who is better than you in every worldly sense, someone with more money, more success, a better career, a bigger house, a nicer car, or a life that looks more beautiful from the outside. But you, as a person, know who you truly are and how good of a human being you are when no one is watching. Most of the time, simply because we are born into a certain place, family, or privilege, we grow up believing that we are entitled to everything life has to offer. And I am not saying we should be ungrateful for what we have, because gratitude matters. But sometimes I wonder, what are we really? When everything is stripped away, are we anything more than bones, skin, a beating heart, and a soul trying to make sense of this life?
Why is it so easy for us to forget that time is constantly slipping through our fingers like sand, while we are busy chasing things that will eventually mean nothing? We need to spend more time becoming better human beings, because people will not remember your looks or worldly possessions. They will remember how you treated them, how you made them feel, how you showed up when they needed you, and how much kindness you left behind. And when you are gone, none of the material things you spent your life chasing will matter anymore. What will remain is the love you gave, the lives you touched, and the person you chose to be while you were here. That is the only legacy that truly lives beyond us 🤍
There will be a death in your life that stuns you. You will lose someone, and in that loss, you will feel as though you have lost everything that once made sense. Your future will crack open, every piece of it reshaped because someone you envisioned as such a large part of it is suddenly no longer there. You will think you know what grief is until the grief is yours, until it is a grief so personal that it changes the trajectory of your entire life. And it is in your lowest moments that you start seeing people for who they really are, when you are vulnerable, when you are weak, when you have nothing left to give. A big part of me has chosen distance. I hate social gatherings. I have no interest in being surrounded by people just for the sake of being surrounded. I would rather be with the few people who are genuinely close to me, somewhere quiet, somewhere there is nobody else. I value friends who do not judge me when I am upset, people who make an effort, who show up, and who remind me through their actions that I matter, especially on the days when I question it myself. Grief has made me more selective, not bitter. I simply have less interest in superficial connections and more appreciation for the people who are real, consistent, and present.
What’s the weirdest coincidence you’ve ever experienced?
I tend to have a strong intuition about people and situations, but I don’t always trust it. I usually choose to follow my heart because I naturally want to see the best in people and in situations. That’s just how I am. But then life happens, and certain experiences make you question that instinct and see things differently. And somehow, my intuition usually comes back later to remind me that I knew all along. But that’s how we learn. Right?
What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult?
I think you only truly become an adult when you lose the person who made you feel safe in a world where people are always looking for your vulnerabilities. For me, that person was my father. Whenever I fell, I knew he would be there. No matter what. Any issue, Aba was just a call away. If I needed emotional support, he was there, giving me his undivided attention. If I wanted something, I knew I could ask him. He rarely ever said no to me. I never had to question who had my back.
Losing him made me realize that life doesn’t stop when you lose your biggest support. You just have to learn to pick yourself up, protect yourself, and keep going. Even on the days when you want to give up, when all you want is them, when all you want is to feel safe again. I think that’s the hardest part of growing up: realizing that the person who always made you feel like you could handle anything is no longer there to catch you when you fall. And that has changed something in me. I am no longer the person I was. That’s what grief does to you, it changes you into a someone else. You know you’re no longer anyone’s priority anymore. It does make you strong. You grow a thicker skin to deal with this world and its people.
What’s a skill you consider basic, that most people don’t actually know how to do?
Empathy and consideration. You can’t really teach these things to someone. Some people naturally have the ability to put themselves in another person’s place, while others simply don’t. Empathy is being able to see yourself in someone else’s situation before judging them. Consideration is understanding that your words and actions can affect someone, even when you don’t intend them to. I think both come from being able to look beyond yourself and remember that everyone is carrying something you may not see. At the end of the day, it’s simply about being human enough to think, “What if that were me?”
If you could rewrite any book’s ending, which one would you choose?
“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”— Socrates
Honestly, I wouldn’t rewrite a book just to give it a happy ending. Happy endings can be comforting, but not every story should end with happiness, closure, or peace. Life rarely does. Stories that embrace uncertainty, loss, or bittersweet endings often feel more honest because they reflect the human experience.
My father was a student of philosophy. When I was younger, many of the things he said didn’t make sense to me. Over time, I realized they were all connected, shaped by experience rather than abstract ideas. There are hundreds of books he collected over the years, filling shelves with history, philosophy, and literature. They are more than a collection to me now. They are reminders of his curiosity, his wisdom, and the conversations we never got to finish. His reading glasses are still there, along with his collection of Persol glasses, exactly where he left them. Sometimes they make it feel as though he has only stepped away for a moment.
My happiest chapter ended the day I said goodbye to him. God, how much he filled my life with love, laughter, and everything I could have ever wished for. Since then, I’ve understood that the longer we live, the more loved ones we lose. Grief is not the opposite of love. It is the price we pay for it.
The only ending we all truly share is death. Until then, life is full of unanswered questions, imperfect resolutions, and moments that can feel empty. That is what makes it real. I think books should capture that reality instead of pretending every journey ends with everything falling into place. The stories that stay with us are often the ones that remind us life is beautiful, painful, unpredictable, and unfinished.
If you could erase one trend from history, what would it be?
If I could erase one trend from history, it would be the need to please society. You get one life, yet so many people waste it chasing approval from people who won’t be there when they’re hurting and who would barely pause if you ceased to exist tomorrow. No matter how much you sacrifice, someone will always expect more, and the only person left drained is you. Be kind. Be respectful. But never let the fear of judgment dictate your choices. Live on your own terms because the people you’re trying so hard to impress will never have to live with the consequences of your life. You will.
There’s a popular belief that when you die, your brain replays the best seven minutes of your life. Whether that’s true or not, I hope those moments are filled with memories of love, courage, laughter, and a life lived on your own terms. Because the greatest tragedy isn’t dying. It’s looking back and realizing the life you lived was written by everyone except you.
What’s something you used to believe as a kid that seems ridiculous now?
As a kid, I really believed that if you were good to people, they would always be good to you. It felt like the way the world was supposed to work. Growing up taught me that everyone has their own battles, priorities, and way of seeing things. Sometimes people appreciate your kindness, sometimes they forget it, and sometimes they even start expecting it. That doesn’t mean you should stop being kind. It just means you shouldn’t tie your kindness to expectations. Be kind because that’s who you are, not because you expect the same in return.
I also genuinely believed mermaids were real. I was a huge Little Mermaid fan, had Ariel’s poster on my wall, and held on to this tiny bit of hope that they existed somewhere deep in the ocean. I even avoided seafood because I wanted to protect marine life. Turns out I was wrong about the mermaids, and somewhere along the way I realized I actually like seafood.
Success in life comes from keeping your intentions clean, your actions consistent, and your expectations realistic. Do good because it aligns with who you are, not because you’re counting on something back, and you’ll avoid a lot of disappointment. Treat people with kindness, but know when to take a stand and be direct when something isn’t right. If you can help someone, do it, even in small ways, because you never know what someone is going through, and there is a quiet peace in that, something I learned from my beloved Aba. Keep moving forward even when things feel unfair or slow, because you are your biggest hero, and the life you build depends on how steadily you show up for yourself.
There was a time when everyone was crazy about Indian designers for their big day but over the past decade Pakistani designers have completely changed the dynamic and shifted global demand. While they often sit in the same price range as well known Indian couture labels what you are really paying for is far more than just fabric it is the detailed hand embroidery and craftsmanship that goes into every single piece you see. Each outfit reflects hours of intricate work and a level of artistry that has made these designers increasingly sought after for weddings and special occasions.
Here’s a list of my personal favorites;
Rano’s Heirloom
Their pieces are truly worthy of becoming family heirlooms. Rano’s cuts are beautifully executed, with garments that feel soft yet effortlessly flowy on the body. The label offers a variety of silhouettes, including long shirts, flowing lehengas, paneled maxis, and classic sharara and gharara styles, all designed with a sense of modern restraint. There is a perfect balance between embroidery and fabric, allowing the detailing to stand out without overwhelming the overall look. The cuts are especially flattering, enhancing the natural shape while maintaining elegance and ease. Overall, their design language sits comfortably between traditional craftsmanship and contemporary minimalism, making each piece feel both rooted and quietly modern. If you are getting married or someone close to you is tying the knot, Rano’s is definitely worth considering. It is on the pricier side, but the quality and fit make it worth the investment, as the silhouettes complement a wide range of body types beautifully.
Denna Rahman
When I think of Denna Rahman, I think of the way she transforms gold threadwork into something truly striking and beautiful. Her designs have a timeless elegance, with every detail thoughtfully considered, from the delicate embroidery to the intricate work on the back of a kurta. It is often the smallest details that make the biggest impact, and that is where her craftsmanship really shines. I especially love her use of pastel shades such as baby blue, soft pink, and mint green, which pair beautifully with her detailed embellishments. Her long dresses are particularly stunning, flowing effortlessly while still offering the perfect amount of structure and fit, creating silhouettes that feel both graceful and flattering.
Dr.Haroon
Dr. Haroon is one of those designers you need to plan for well in advance. Getting a dress from him is not as simple as walking into a store and placing an order. You often need to secure an appointment months ahead of time, and it definitely helps if you know someone who has previously worked with him. His bridal orders can take anywhere from six months to a year, sometimes even longer, so patience is key. Of course, all of that exclusivity comes with a price tag. If you are considering a Dr. Haroon bridal outfit, you should be prepared to spend around 1.5 million to 2 million, or even more depending on the design. He is especially known for his exquisite zardozi work and breathtaking farshi lehengas, both of which showcase the level of craftsmanship and detail that have made his designs so sought after. For many brides, the artistry, attention to detail, and one of a kind feel of his pieces make the wait and investment completely worthwhile.
Zuria dor
When I think of Zuria Dor, I immediately picture their stunning silver pishwas-style gowns and front-open silhouettes. Their designs are effortlessly glamorous, with intricate embellishments and shimmering details that create a beautiful statement without feeling excessive. What I love most is how graceful their pieces look in motion, with the flowing cuts adding just the right amount of drama and elegance. The combination of delicate craftsmanship, flattering silhouettes, and timeless silver tones makes Zuria Dor a standout choice. Whether you are attending a wedding, a formal event, or simply looking for something special for yourself, their pieces are just as perfect for guests as they are for bridal occasions.
MenahelandMehreen
Menahel and Mehreen have a strong background in bridal fashion as they previously worked with the famous designer Bunto Kazmi, and that experience is clearly seen in their work. Their outfits feature beautiful hand embroidery and fine detailing while still feeling simple, elegant, and easy to wear. They mix traditional craftsmanship with a more modern style, creating dresses that are soft, graceful, and not too heavy. With clean shapes and careful finishing, their designs look neat and refined, making them a great choice for weddings and formal events, especially for those who prefer a classic and understated look.
Honey Waqar
When I think of Honey Waqar, I think of bridal wear that feels rich, regal, and incredibly detailed. These dresses are a perfect example of her signature style, with layers of intricate handwork, soft floral motifs, and heavy gold embellishments that instantly catch the eye. What stands out to me is how she balances all that embroidery with beautiful color palettes, like this soft blush pink paired with antique gold and hints of deeper tones. The silhouettes are elegant and timeless, while details like the low back, heavily worked dupatta, and sweeping flare add just the right amount of drama. Every inch of the outfit feels thoughtfully designed, making it the kind of bridal look that leaves a lasting impression long after the wedding day.
I love small details of work because it’s the small details which have a huge impact on the overall dress, and if you really like something you should definitely get it for yourself. Especially when you’re the one getting married, you need to choose exactly what makes you happy because it is your special day. Or if someone close to you is getting married then you definitely need to consider these designers because you only live once.
For me, the quality I value most in a friend is loyalty and sincerity. I appreciate the kind of friendship where you know someone genuinely has your back and wants the best for you, no matter what life throws your way. There is no pretences, you know each other inside out. A true friend is protective, supportive, and always looking out for you, even during the most difficult moments. Life can get busy and chaotic, but real friendship shows in knowing that when you truly need them, they will be there without hesitation. That kind of trust and genuine care is rare, which is why I keep my circle small, but the friendships I do have are an extremely important part of my life.
What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?
Having it all means being at peace with what you have. Being content. There is always someone better and something better than what you own, but you are enough for yourself, and that is the only comparison that ultimately matters. True contentment comes when you realise how exhausting it is to constantly want more while ignoring the fact that what you already have may be enough. It takes a strong mind to reach that place, and it is never easy, but with time, unnecessary noise stops holding meaning.
So I had a short trip to Karachi a few days ago, and this is what I’d suggest to anyone traveling there.
SPA
I absolutely love pampering myself and taking time for a slow, relaxing self care day, whether it’s a soothing massage, a fresh manicure and pedicure, or a good blow dry. I recently had an amazing scalp and shoulder massage at SOHO Salon in Karachi that lasted about 15 to 20 minutes, and they really knew the right pressure points, finishing with hot stones and a warm towel, which was so relaxing I nearly fell asleep. My mani pedi was just as good, with a great range of nail colors and properly sterilized tools opened in front of me. The blow dry was average since the curls didn’t last long, possibly due to Karachi’s humidity, and overall salon services here are noticeably more expensive than in Lahore.
CHAAYE CULTURE
When I say Karachi has the best chaaye spots, I truly mean it. I love my tea and I know exactly how it should taste, and Chaye Wala in Bukhari is hands down the best I’ve ever had. Just get it in a disposable cup for the perfect experience. I used to get Doodhpati but in karak form with Cardamom. So it was a blend of three different chaaye they were serving.
Cafes and restaurants which aren’t in Lahore or your city.
You should definitely try cafes which aren’t available in the city or place you live. I absolutely love espresso, but they shut their branches off in Lahore. So when I went to karachi I went there thrice. Their spicy chicken panini sandwich, mushroom soup and the brick oven pizza was an absolute delight.
96NM for those frappes and coffee cravings. They had opened a pop up in Lahore a couple of months ago and they literally know how to make the perfect balance and blend of a frappe and a coffee. Their Signature (cold) NM special frappe and matcha is definitely what I’d recommend.
Cafe Flo was too bland and tasteless for me. Probably won’t be going there again. However Chef’s table was really good. We took an 11 course meal and we chose the items we’d want to be individually served to us. The desserts I didn’t like, it was too desi for my taste “Paan Gelato”. I liked their Rice Pudding though. From the main I’d recommend the smashed beef in paratha. Amazing. The same paratha smash which got hyped in Dubai. Oh and I liked their Matka Biryani as well.
Seafood from Oyster Bay.
You need to try the seafood boil at Oyster Bay because it’s an experience in itself. It takes some effort as you crack open the crab carefully, trying not to hurt yourself in the process, and while they only had local crabs, I feel king crab would have been better since it’s meatier and easier to handle. The Cajun sauce wasn’t as spicy as I expected, especially compared to Boiling Crab where you can choose different spice levels, so my expectations were a bit high, but it was still enjoyable. The shrimps were similar but in a milder sauce, and overall it’s a fun, messy experience best enjoyed with friends or family where you go full desi and eat with your hands, and they even provide bibs and gloves to make it easier.
What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?
My favorite holidays aren’t defined by one place or one trip. When I think about them, I think about my father, my Aba, and the way he made travel feel like so much more than just going somewhere new. He didn’t just take us on vacations, he made us a part of something he truly loved. From sitting by the window on the Pacific Coast Amtrak train watching the ocean stretch endlessly beside us, to long drives from Los Angeles to Lake Tahoe filled with conversations and quiet moments, every journey felt complete simply because we were together.
Some memories still feel almost unreal, like climbing over a thousand steps to reach Mount Saint Michel in France, exhausted but happy, or traveling across Europe from Paris to Zurich and Amsterdam, experiencing new places while holding onto that same sense of closeness. Aba always said his trips would feel empty without us, and now I understand what he meant. It was never about the destination for him, it was about sharing those moments with family, about making sure we were there with him in everything he experienced.
Now when I look back, those memories mean everything to me, but they are also bittersweet. I sometimes think about going back to the same cafés and places just to feel close to him again, even though I know it won’t ever be the same. And maybe that is okay. What stays with me is not the places, but the feeling he created, the warmth, the togetherness, and the quiet happiness of being there as a family. I have already lived my favorite holidays and most of my wish list. I was 29 when I lost my father. He is a big part of me and will always be. I dream of him often and find comfort in that.
We have always heard this quote on what goes around always comes around. We reap what we sow.
Over time, I’ve come to believe that karma and the cycle of life are real. People eventually face consequences for what they do, even if it seems like they’ve gotten away with deceit or fraud. It’s not just actions, but even negative intentions or harmful thoughts toward others that can come back later. Sometimes, those consequences don’t hit directly but affect someone close to you, pulling them into the cycle you created.
Where there is bad, there is also good. The kindness you show and the good you do come back to you and the people you love, bringing a sense of peace and contentment. When you move through life with empathy and care for how your words and actions affect others, that compassion finds its way back to you. Even though being gentle in a world full of hypocrisy can feel heavy, that sincerity is not lost—it returns to you and those closest to you in meaningful ways.
I’ve seen people become greedy over things that don’t even belong to them, and no matter how much they chase it, they’re never truly satisfied. Even when they get what they want, they don’t seem able to enjoy it—whether it’s money, land, or a house. You can see in how they live that their greed has made them small and stingy. In a way, that becomes their curse, and their lives turn into examples of what not to become. Misery follows them wherever they go.
In the end, I just hope we grow up around people we can truly look up to, people who lead by example and show us what it means to live with honesty, kindness, and integrity. I feel truly blessed to have had a father like my Aba, someone who showed me what real empathy looks like. His kindness and the way he lived will always be the example I carry with me.
Having good people in your life matters more than anything. People who truly want the best for you, guide you, and speak well of you even when you’re not around. I may not have many friends, but the ones I do have always stand by me. What we share is real and mutual.
Friends are the family you choose. They lift you when you’re down, and being with them just feels right. No filters, no pretending.
It’s important to find People who make you realize there’s nothing wrong with being who you are.
Describe a positive thing a family member has done for you.
When people ask me to name one good thing a family member has done for me, I can’t. It was never just one thing. It was a lifetime of love. Loving me, protecting me, choosing me, standing by me no matter what. That is what family means to me.
For me, that love came from my father.
He gave me a world where I felt safe, valued, and free. Coming from a feudal Baloch background, I know how limited life can be for girls. But he never let that become my reality. He protected me from those boundaries and gave me a life many girls only dream of.
Sometimes I think about it and realise how much he gave me without ever making it feel like a burden. He did not just protect me from the world, he prepared me for it in the most gentle way.
After losing him, I finally saw how harsh the world can be. He had been shielding me all along.
Aba, not having you here is a pain I carry every day. But everything you gave me still lives in me. I will always love you. I will always be grateful.
What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?
A good self care day
Nothing makes me happier than a full self care day. Hair treatments, a fresh blowdry, getting my nails done, a relaxing pedicure, and a massage just make me feel so refreshed, confident, and put together. I also love getting my hair colored twice a year, it feels like such a fun little transformation and makes me feel brand new. It’s honestly the best reset ever.
A good shopping spree
Shopping is my happy place! Whether I’m scrolling online or walking through the mall, I love it all. Sephora, Mango, Zara, Ulta… I could spend hours looking at makeup, clothes, and shoes. It just instantly lifts my mood.
Coffee with the right people
Coffee feels so much better when it’s with the right person. Sitting there, talking about everything and nothing, laughing, venting, and just being completely unfiltered is such a comforting feeling.
Driving
I absolutely love driving. It’s just me, my music, and my thoughts. It feels so peaceful and freeing, like my own little escape where I can just be in the moment.
Quiet time to myself
As much as I love being around people, I really value my alone time. Just relaxing, unwinding, and enjoying a little peace makes me feel recharged and balanced again. Even sleeping peacefully without an alarm just makes it feel extra special.
Empathy is what truly makes a person unique, especially in today’s world. People who are genuinely kind, mature, educated, and well traveled often share one important quality: the ability to understand and feel for others. They do not see themselves as superior, and they do not treat others with indifference. Instead, they show basic human decency in the way they speak, act, and respond to the people around them.
For me, empathy stands above everything else. It is not just about being nice. It is about being aware, respectful, and emotionally present. At a time when many people are quick to judge or dismiss others, empathy feels rare, and that is exactly why it matters so much.
The most empathetic person I have ever known was my father. He felt things deeply and treated people with genuine kindness, yet he was firm when he needed to be. He had a quiet ability to understand people just by being around them, almost as if he could read their emotions without a single word. His empathy was never a weakness. It was his strength, and it shaped the way he connected with everyone he met.
To me, that is what truly makes someone unique. Not their achievements or their status, but their ability to treat others with compassion and understanding.
Life is a series of unpredictable events. Nothing and no one is ever certain. Even your own existence might not be there for the things you have planned. The people around you, your friends, they are with you only if they truly value you not for what they can gain. True bonds are unconditional. You should be able to trust someone completely, eyes closed, without hesitation.
We spend so much time planning unaware of what might happen along the way. That is why it is important to live life on your own terms. You only live once. Make sure that when you leave this world you can be at peace knowing you never settled for the bare minimum just because society expected it. Most of us realize this after our mid-twenties and then life becomes a journey of self-exploration.
Make the most of the time you have before it is too late and you are left with regrets. Every moment should be cherished. The only thing we can control is the present and how we face it not the past or the future. Overthinking destroys our present. I do it myself and it brings anxiety. Sometimes all I can do is reach out to those close to me and let them help calm my mind.
Life is unpredictable but it is beautiful. The key is to live it fully, love deeply, and hold onto what truly matters.
After all the self reflecting blogs and deeper thoughts, I am back here again with a simple seasonal blog to help you sort out your summer wardrobe.
I love shopping. Whenever I am stressed, I shop. When I am bored, I shop. I love the rush of dopamine I get whenever I buy something new or when an outfit turns out exactly the way I imagined it would.
Growing up, I was the only sister with two brothers. I was a complete tomboy and honestly did not care much about what I wore, just like boys usually don’t. Most of what I know now about dressing up and putting outfits together, I learned on my own. My mom has always been very chill about these things. Now she actually asks for my help sometimes. It is funny how time changes.
Like every year, I promised myself that I would not shop much this summer. But here I am again with a dozen suits even though summers have only just started. I love looking good and dressing up. But most of the time I end up buying things I do not even wear. They stay brand new in my closet and after some time I give them away because the trend has already passed.
This year I focused more on super soft fabrics that are easy to carry and comfortable for everyday summer wear. At the same time, I could not stop myself from buying a few heavily embroidered pieces as well, because there are always formal gatherings and special occasions where you want to dress up a little more.
Zaib
This brand has my heart mainly because it feels so niche. It never feels like one of those brands where everyone is wearing the same thing and it starts to look like a uniform. I have never liked wearing common clothes. I always want my outfit to feel unique and stand out in its own way. For me it is always about the little things like the cut, the colors, the dupatta and of course the way I carry it. I got four pieces from this collection and I love them all, although they do require a lot of care since they can only be dry cleaned. The black and the maroon ones especially have my heart because I love details on the back neckline. I have always been someone who notices the smallest details and to me those tiny touches are what really make an outfit special.
Bareeze
For years I never liked this brand because almost every weird aunty seemed to be wearing it. I think I associated the brand with the way those women carried themselves, so I always stayed away from it. But this time I came across the cutest rainbow pink, a golden one, and a green, and I could not resist. What really convinced me was the fabric. It was super soft and perfect for summers, which is exactly what you need in Pakistan. I stayed away from the overly embroidered pieces and chose the ones with minimal embroidery and chiffon dupattas. The harder part was actually designing them. I had to find the right lace and then scroll through Pinterest for design ideas. In the end I kept the designs very simple but added some lace details to give them a little character. It actually took me almost an hour just to decide on the right lace for my dresses. I kept comparing different patterns and imagining how each one would look with the fabric and the simple design I wanted. It may sound small, but it shows how much I care about the little details and how dedicated I am when it comes to making something look just right.
Crimson
Their lawn was actually very reasonably priced. Usually an unstitched designer suit costs somewhere around 16k, and once you add good lace work and stitching, it can easily go up to at least 25k. And most of their articles have silk duppata not organza. So honestly, their price point was a bit shocking in a good way. I also really liked how they focused on pastel shades as well as deeper, richer color palettes. The collection felt balanced — soft and summer friendly but still elegant enough for slightly formal wear. If you want designer wear on a budget you should definitely consider crimson.
Nishat
Again, the fabric is soft and breathable, which makes these pieces very versatile. I kid you not, the fabric is extremely soft — it feels almost like a feather on the skin. That kind of softness is exactly what makes summer clothing special because it keeps you relaxed even in the heat. You can lounge at home in it or step out for a casual, laid-back day without feeling overdressed. Pair it with a fresh blowdry and minimal makeup, and you are all set to catch up with friends effortlessly.
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The fit and fall of these outfits is everything. The delicate chikankari, short shirts, and loose fitted shalwars are my absolute favorite combination. Since I’m tall the silhouette falls even better on me and it just works. The red one has my heart but the baby blue and lilac are just as beautiful. I got the red when it had just launched and it sold out within days. I also love their plain scalloped dupattas and separate lowers. They offer such a beautiful variety of separates and it is definitely worth the price you pay. Definitely worth checking out.
Currently, this is what has been added to my wardrobe, and it’s all for summer wear. For me, comfort and fashion go hand in hand, especially in the Pakistani heat. I simply cannot wear something uncomfortable. Loose, well-fitted, soft fabric is what I reach for most of the time. It keeps me cool, comfortable, and stylish all at once.
I hope the coming time heals and brings peace to me and anyone reading this.
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?
If I could be someone else for a day, I would choose to be my grandmother.
When she got married and came into this family, she was completely alone. She had no support system, no lobby, and no one to defend her, especially since she came from a completely different family background. Despite this, she treated everyone with kindness and respect. She was extremely good to people, even to those who were jealous of her and secretly plotted against her or her children.
Many women in the family were insecure because she was more graceful, capable, and dignified than anyone else. Yet she never showed arrogance. She remained humble and carried herself with elegance. I often wonder how it feels to respond to envy and negativity with such calmness and grace.
People often tell me that I resemble her. That comparison is an honor, but it also makes me reflect deeply. I don’t feel like I am even half as strong as my dadi was. She faced difficult situations with patience and faith. She always told me to pray — in good days and in bad. She believed that prayer keeps a person steady through hardship and humble during ease. I think that is what helped her survive everything with dignity.
If I could be her for a day, I would want to understand her strength — how she stayed kind in the face of unkindness and calm while others secretly competed with her. A part of me sometimes wishes she had put people in their place. Still, her patience, faith, and quiet power are what make her truly remarkable. I would want to experience that inner strength and learn from it.
Life is never easy. It is a constant struggle. No one has it easy. Our times have become more complicated because of constant comparison, especially on social media. I prefer a simpler life — away from the spotlight, in peace, where people do not know my personal business.
I believe peace matters more than attention. And sometimes, distance is necessary, even from people related by blood. Because being family does not always mean being good.
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
Growing up has a way of quietly reshaping you. Not all at once, not with a single lesson, but through moments that leave a mark. Life doesn’t just age you—it matures you. It teaches you things you never asked to learn, but somehow needed to know.
One of the biggest shifts comes when you realize that adulthood isn’t about independence in the way we once imagined. It’s about responsibility—for your choices, your emotions, your healing. You start to understand that no one is coming to save you. That realization alone changes how you move through the world.
Losing a parent accelerates that understanding in a way nothing else can. Losing my father changed everything. When you lose someone who had your back unconditionally, someone who was a safety net simply by existing, the world suddenly feels sharper. Colder. You become acutely aware that it’s you, by yourself, standing against whatever life throws your way.
That kind of loss makes you vulnerable. It cracks you open. But it also gives you a strength you didn’t know you had. You learn how to deal with people on their level. You stop shrinking yourself. You stop explaining your boundaries. You learn when to be soft and when to stand firm—because survival has taught you discernment.
Time has also unmasked people. I’ve seen masks slip. I’ve seen intentions reveal themselves when things got uncomfortable or inconvenient. And because of that, my circle has become smaller—but infinitely more meaningful. I don’t need many people. I need real ones.
The people I keep close are the ones I trust. The ones who show up without needing to be asked. The ones who have my back, not just when it’s easy, but when it actually matters. These relationships are built on honesty, not performance.
I can’t be half-hearted friends anymore. I can’t pretend, dilute myself, or play a role just to keep the peace. I want to be around people who let me be fully, unapologetically myself—flaws, strength, softness, and all. Anything less feels like a betrayal of the life experiences that shaped me.
Significant life events don’t just change your perspective—they refine it. They strip away what’s unnecessary and leave you with what’s real. And while that process can be painful, it’s also freeing. Because in the end, you stop living for appearances and start living with intention.
And that, more than anything, is what growing up truly means.
Aba, you loved me deeply. So deeply that my expectations of life grew—not out of entitlement, but belief. Belief that I mattered. That I could take up space. That love could be steady.
Your love was never indulgent. Alongside warmth, there was guidance. You corrected me when I needed humility, grounded me when pride crept in, and showed me that care and discipline could coexist.
Through you, I learned what it meant to belong—not because I performed well or earned approval, but because I was yours. That belonging was quiet and certain. Something I carried without even thinking about it.
When you were alive, the world felt navigable. When you were gone, it didn’t. Life continued, indifferent to the emptiness left behind. It showed me how easily what is precious can be overlooked, misunderstood, or lost, and forced me to build resilience I never knew I had.
I am healing. I seem fine and put together—I take care of myself, I move through the world as though I have adjusted. But when no one is around, there are moments of emptiness, moments when I feel as though I might not matter at all. That feeling doesn’t mean I am failing to heal. It is the echo of having been loved in a way that made my existence unquestionable. Losing you did not just take a father from my life; it took the certainty of being someone’s first choice. And now, quietly and imperfectly, I am learning how to live in a world that does not pause for that kind of grief.
You may be gone, Aba, but the imprint of your love remains. I am leaving a digital footprint for my beloved father. In life, you were loved dearly, and in death, you are loved still.
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?
There is a lot of emphasis on living a very long life, but for me, longevity alone has never felt like the goal. What truly matters is the quality of life we live—being healthy, self-reliant, and mentally present.
As we age, health naturally begins to decline. After 50, many people face issues like heart disease, cholesterol problems, diabetes, weaker bones, and reduced physical strength. The idea of living very long while being completely dependent on others is frightening. Watching extremely old people struggle without independence is deeply heartbreaking.
That’s why I believe in prioritizing living well over simply living longer. Being able to take care of yourself, make your own decisions, and live with dignity matters far more than adding extra years to life.
I also believe it’s important to never compromise on what you want and don’t want in your life. You choose your values, your priorities, the people you allow close to you, and the life you build. Those choices shape the quality of your life more than anything else.
Having the right life partner—someone you can rely on and take responsibility for in return—becomes essential as life progresses. And just as important is ensuring your children’s lives are well settled. No one will ever love, protect, or prioritize them the way a truly loving parent does.
In the end, a meaningful life isn’t measured by how long we live, but by how consciously we choose to live—healthy, independent, and at peace with our choices.
Personally, I don’t really have influences in the conventional sense. There are, however, people I look up to—most notably, my father. He was an ideal person in my eyes. I have never seen anyone as remarkable as him.He had a natural ability to put people in their exact place, was deeply empathetic, and maintained a sense of justice even in the face of hypocritical, thick-skinned people. If I were a son, he would have been a defining influence in my life.
But I am a daughter, and the world does not hand me the same paths. Being a daughter, I do not feel the same kind of influence. Still, there are people whose lives and choices I find puzzling or even unworthy. Their existence serves as a contrast, an example of what I would never want to copy. There are lives I would never wish to live, people I would never wish to become. Perhaps this is influence in reverse, a mirror of what I refuse.
I believe each person moves through the world with their own set of opportunities and goals, shaping their decisions and carving their own paths. Influence is never simple. It is not a shadow to follow, but a spark to understand—a reflection of what we honor and what we choose to reject. In this way, both admiration and contrast guide us, helping us become the person we decide to be rather than a copy of someone else.
Recently, I’ve learned the skill of patience—especially with people. I’m learning not to overreact to situations, not to let overthinking take a toll on how I perceive things, and to accept people and situations as they are. Giving time and space instead of reacting emotionally has helped me respond more calmly and thoughtfully.
One important lesson I’ve learned is that blood relation doesn’t automatically mean family. True family is defined by good intentions, respect, and genuine care. Someone who is envious of you or your immediate family can never truly be a well-wisher, regardless of how closely they’re related. In such cases, the healthiest choice is to emotionally distance yourself—to let go and accept that not everyone deserves access to your life. Fake people and snakes no longer exist in my bubble, and their lives hold no significance to me. Often, such people just want to keep tabs on you, be nosy, and secretly compete with you. It’s up to you to decide what to tolerate and what to block out. Remember, literally no one has it perfect in life—you need to focus on doing you.
It’s a question that sounds simple, but the answers usually sit quietly in the corners of our lives, waiting for us to notice.
For me, the first answer is this: taking everything to heart. One harsh tone, one careless comment, one moment of rudeness—and suddenly there’s a storm inside me. My chest tightens, my thoughts spiral, and I replay the moment again and again like I’m responsible for everyone else’s cruelty.
But I’m learning something new, something difficult: I don’t have to absorb everything. Someone recently told me that if I keep internalising every hurtful thing, I’ll end up trapped in a loop of my own pain. And they were right. Letting people and situations be what they are is not weakness—it’s wisdom. This world tests us in quiet ways, and sometimes the bravest thing we can do is step back, breathe, and move on.
Maybe it hits harder because the one person who truly cared for my heart—the one who saw me, understood me, prioritised me—is no longer here. And now my sensitivity feels louder, like there’s no buffer between me and the world.
The second thing I could do less of?
Shopping my feelings away. One bad day and suddenly my cart looks like I’m stocking an entire vanity—clothes, makeup, skincare, all of it. Retail therapy feels good in the moment—comforting, distracting, almost like a friend. But eventually the packages arrive and half the things end up barely used, if at all. A temporary fix becomes permanent clutter.
Still, what can I say? I’m just a girl trying to soothe a sensitive soul the only way she knows how.
So yes, maybe I’m thin-skinned. Maybe I feel too much.
But recognising what I could do less of is the first step toward becoming someone stronger—not harder, just more at peace.
Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?
Los Angeles during December has a gentle magic to it. The city feels slower, softer, and calmer compared to the constant rush of New York City. The weather is cool but never harsh, and there’s this bright winter light that makes even an ordinary day feel special. Everywhere you go, there’s a quiet sense of warmth in the air, like the city itself is relaxing.
Some of my most peaceful moments were spent by the water. Laguna Beach and Malibu Beach quickly became two of my all-time favorites. No matter the time of day, they carried a calm that settled straight into your chest. Morning waves, golden afternoons, evenings when the sky turned soft, or late nights when the ocean was the only sound around you—each moment felt healing in its own quiet way.
Glendale became the heart of my time in LA. During the holiday season, the whole city feels inviting. The lights, the music drifting through the streets, the cozy crowd at the Americana at Brand, and the decorated corners all around the city created a soft holiday atmosphere that made me feel at home. Glendale is also famous for its vibrant Persian community, and it shows everywhere you look. From the markets to the restaurants, it’s full of life, and the Persian cuisine there is some of the best I’ve ever had. Even simple routines felt comforting, like quick grocery trips to Target/Ralphs or wandering around the mall with Christmas songs playing in the background.
There were also the little details that made the experience unforgettable. The drives along Angeles Crest with mountains opening up around the road. Grabbing In-N-Out almost every day without ever getting tired of it. Stopping for Salt & Straw ice cream. And remembering the Godiva outlet that no longer exists, especially their rich dark chocolate ice cream that became a small tradition for me whenever I passed by.
Even the quiet evenings in Pasadena added to the feeling. Walking along Colorado Boulevard felt safe, lively, and full of gentle energy. The mix of nature, holiday lights, food, small routines, and late-night drives created a season that felt warm and deeply personal. Los Angeles in December became more than just a place to visit. It became a memory that settled in my heart, full of moments that still feel alive when I think about them.
All of this traveling and seeing these places was thanks to my amazing father. He literally showed us the world. He was a very involved, loving, and caring father who made every trip special. Glendale has a personal connection for our family too, because it is where my father went for his further studies in the 1980s. Today, it remains one of the safest neighborhoods in LA, and experiencing it with the memories of my father made it feel even more special. I will forever carry his memory—his favorite restaurant, his favorite cuisine, his recommendations. I just can’t believe he is no longer here with me.
A part of me still wakes in the first days after, reaching for a voice the world can’t return.
A part of me still holds the phone, forgetting and remembering in the same breath.
And though that ache never fully heals, it is the proof that love outlives loss— the part of me that keeps going because they’re gone, and because they were here.
What is one thing you would change about yourself?
People often say sensitivity is a weakness, but living with a soft heart in a sharp world is anything but easy. Being sensitive means you feel deeply — joy, pain, love, loss — all of it hits a little harder and stays a little longer. It’s a beautiful trait, yet it can feel like a burden when life stops protecting you the way it once did.
I used to think my sensitivity came from growing up surrounded by love and care. Maybe that safety made me soft. Maybe it allowed me to live in a bubble where emotions were understood instead of judged. But when life shifted — when I lost the person who always caught my emotional falls — I realized the world doesn’t cushion you the same way. It can be cruel, indifferent, and unforgiving.
Being sensitive suddenly feels dangerous, like walking through life without armor.
But here’s what I’m slowly learning: sensitivity isn’t something to erase. It just needs boundaries. It needs maturity. It needs strength behind it. Feeling deeply doesn’t make you weak — it means you’re alive, human, and capable of connection in a way many people aren’t.
I don’t want to stop being sensitive.
I just want to learn how to carry it better — without letting the world break my softness.
Never climb so high you lose the sound of footsteps on the ground; for pride can build a fragile throne that topples at the slightest sound.
The One who spins the galaxies can turn a moment with a breath— the page you thought was yours to write can change in ways you never guessed.
So walk with grace, keep kindness close, and wear your victories lightly still; for life can shift like sudden wind, and fortune bends to Heaven’s will.
Stay humble as the seasons turn, for none of us stand tall alone. and those who honor every heart find blessing woven in their own.
Empty hearts make the loudest noise, shouting for all to see their presence; but those who know themselves need no stage, they walk in quiet strength, and still, the world sees them clearly— a lesson from my beloved Aba and Dadi.
Life has a way of reminding us that everything we receive, every blessing, every opportunity, every piece of sustenance, is divinely destined. Even the fruit you are eating today traveled a long, unseen journey before reaching your hands. From the seed planted to the harvest, to the trader and the market, it all aligned perfectly to meet you at the right moment.
At times, I feel as if I was born in the wrong generation, surrounded by the wrong people. Yet even in those moments of doubt, I remind myself that Allah is Al-Razzaq — The Provider. As He says in the Qur’an:
“And there is no creature on earth but that upon Allah is its provision” (Qur’an 11:6).
Even the time and place where you will breathe your last and your final resting place are already written. Rizq, blessings, and life itself arrive with Allah’s perfect timing. What is meant for you will find you, nothing is misplaced, nothing is delayed. Trust in His plan and live with faith, peace, and gratitude.
What technology would you be better off without, why?
If there is any technology I could walk away from without hesitation, it would be smartphones, especially when combined with social media. That mix has quietly damaged our peace, privacy, and confidence in ways we often overlook.
Smartphones make everyone far too reachable. It does not matter what you are doing or how you are feeling. Someone can message, call, or DM you at any moment, and there is an unspoken expectation that you should reply quickly. It is mentally draining. It feels like carrying a door around that people can knock on whenever they want, even when you need silence.
Social media adds another layer of chaos. The impact on children is especially worrying. Kids grow up comparing themselves to filtered faces and perfectly staged lives that are presented as normal. They measure themselves against illusions long before they even understand their own identity. It affects their self esteem before they even know what self esteem really is.
Women face another type of pressure. Influencers present flawless skin, perfect bodies, and perfect lifestyles that are often created with filters, editing, or even complete fabrication. If you saw many of them without filters you would not recognize them. Yet these altered images become the standards that real women feel pressured to match. It turns natural beauty into something people feel embarrassed about instead of proud of.
Men also face constant comparison. They look at influencers showing off expensive watches, cars, and luxury lifestyles that are often sponsored, borrowed, or temporarily given for advertising. Some follow “fitness freaks” online who use steroids or have had multiple surgeries to achieve their physiques. These influencers present it as everyday life while regular men feel like they are falling behind. It creates stress and insecurity based on something that was never real to begin with.
My own experience pushed me to step back even more. My blog account is mostly private and only rarely public because of the nosy lurkers who somehow find it. People from distant family circles, people I barely know, and people I do not even like show up. Some try to follow, some lurk quietly, and some are just plain strange. I have blocked more than 70 of them already. Seventy. My blog is my safe space, and I cannot tolerate people I do not want there. I literally block unwanted accounts without thinking twice. Some of these people I do not even know exist, yet they somehow think they have a right to be there.
It is strange how technology that was supposed to help us connect has ended up making us feel watched, judged, and overwhelmed. Smartphones and social media promised convenience and community, but instead they created an environment full of pressure, comparison, and unwanted eyes.
Maybe the real problem is not the technology itself. It is how deeply it has seeped into our lives, to the point where we need to hide, block, and guard ourselves just to feel normal. Just because you somehow have access to a phone, the internet, and social media does not mean you get to poke your nose into other people’s business.
What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Why?
I wasn’t in my village when my father left this world. I wasn’t there to hold his hand, see his last smile, or say the words I had saved for someday. Seven months and five days later, the absence still lives inside me—sharp, raw, and unbearable.
Even sleeping makes me feel guilty. How can I rest when he is gone? How can I eat, laugh, or speak as if life hasn’t changed? How dare I have normal days when he is not here? The guilt crushes me. I am a human being searching for escape, yet every night my mind drifts back to the loss that reshaped everything.
Of both my parents, I was closest to him. He was my friend, my safe space, the one I could share everything with. He gave me a love I have never known anywhere else, a trust that made me feel untouchable, invincible under his shade. He was my oak tree. Losing him left the world too bright, too loud, too cruel.
But he did not leave me weak. He gave me strength. He gave me the courage to face this world without him. I will deal with people as they are. I am not a poor, defenseless girl. No. I am his daughter. I carry his strength in my veins, even now.
And the hardest truth I’ve had to swallow:
No one will ever love me the way he did. No one will prioritize me the way he did. I no longer hold expectations from anyone.
I am learning to carry the space he left behind—not filling it, not replacing it—just living with it. Accepting grief in quiet mornings, in tearful nights, and in every memory that pierces me. I wasn’t there when he left, but I carry him with me in every step, every breath, every heartbeat.
If I ever get to visit the places I visited with you, Aba, I will definitely go to your favorite coffee shops and restaurants. I will sit there, feeling your presence in every small detail, and remember the love, laughter, and shade you gave me.
Slowly, painfully, I am learning that it’s okay to hurt—and it’s okay to keep living.
In a world that constantly nudges us to fit in, to blend, to soften our edges, it’s easy to forget the quiet miracle of simply being who we are. We spend years trying to match the rhythms of others, imitate their steps, echo their voices — all while overlooking the one thing no one else can offer: our unrepeatable selves.
Your story, with its uneven chapters and unexpected victories, is not a flaw in the design — it is the design. The way you think, the way you love, the way you rise after falling — these are fingerprints the universe gave uniquely to you. And when you show up as who you truly are, you give others permission to do the same.
The world doesn’t need another version of someone else.It needs the depth, the texture, the truth of you.
You are a single spark Born to shine differently, A softness the world didn’t know it needed.
Welcome to my cozy corner of the internet—where shopping is both a passion and a form of therapy, and where dressing well feels like a daily dose of joy. Every year I tell myself I don’t need much for winter, especially since last season’s outfits are still practically new (yes, tags and all!). But then autumn rolls in, the first cool breeze hits, and suddenly boxy fit tees, wide-leg thick pants, flowy karandi sets, and crisp kurtas start calling my name. And just like that… 15–20 new pieces somehow end up in my wardrobe before winter even begins.
If you’re a girl or woman who loves beautiful cuts, comfy silhouettes, and the effortless charm of Pakistani winter fashion, this space is for you. From cozy everyday fits to chic eastern classics, consider this your warm invitation into everything stylish, soft, and feel-good this season.
Zaib
Zaib’s stitched karandi pieces are all about soft winter comfort with a clean, elegant look. The fabric is warm, slightly textured, and flows nicely without feeling heavy. Their designs are minimal yet refined—think subtle thread embroidery on the neckline or sleeves, soft winter prints, and muted seasonal colors. The cuts are relaxed and flattering, usually straight long kurtas paired with wide-leg or straight trousers that create an effortless, put-together silhouette. Necklines are simple and feminine, like V-necks, round-with-slit, or band collars. This season, Zaib truly stole the spotlight for me; their stitched and unstitched karandi sets won my heart instantly, and I ended up bagging all four outfits. They won’t be restocking these designs, so keep an eye out if something catches your attention. These are the kind of outfits you can style effortlessly and carry with complete ease—cozy, classy, and perfect for winter.
Jugnu by Hussain Rehar
Hussain Rehar’s Jugnu Khaddar collection has launched, and it truly lives up to the hype. The released colors—red, blue, and green—set a stunning tone for the entire drop. The red is a rich, festive winter shade with bold yet elegant print detailing, perfect for evening wear. The blue is cool and sophisticated, giving a modern, clean look ideal for daytime winter outfits or polished casual styling. The green leans earthy and warm, with prints that highlight its depth without overwhelming it—beautiful for everyday winter wear. These three shades alone reflect Rehar’s signature blend of strong palettes and refined design, making Jugnu an instant winter favourite.
Zara Shahjahan
Zara Shahjahan’s previous karandi launches included elegant two-piece and three-piece sets. The two-pieces paired textured shirts with straight trousers in subtle prints and warm winter tones, perfect for everyday wear. The three-pieces added matching shawls with delicate embroidery or florals, creating a complete, graceful winter look. Both offered relaxed, flattering cuts and timeless Zara Shahjahan charm.
Sapphire
Sapphire’s Winter Unstitched Volume 1 is a treat for all ages, with color combinations that are rich yet versatile—think deep maroons, muted blues, earthy neutrals, and soft pastels. The collection features abstract prints that are modern and artistic, making them perfect for both young and mature women. The designs are timeless and wearable, allowing you to style them in multiple ways while keeping the look elegant and effortless for everyday winter wear.
I choose Sapphire unstitched winter pieces for my everyday comfort, especially when I’m in my village and my usual pajamas are back in Lahore. I always get my outfits stitched in a loose fit because tight or fitted clothes just feel weird to me. My go-to is wide-leg pants with a boxy tee—effortless, cozy, and exactly how I like to move and live at home. And since most of Sapphire’s pieces are printed and don’t need dry cleaning, they’re perfect for my village trips and daily wear without extra hassle.
Also, one thing I’ve learned is that not everything in our cupboards is actually needed. We should donate our clothes to places where we know people will truly use them. It’s time to stop hoarding and start making space—for ourselves and for someone else who might need those pieces more than we do.
We all have little things that can instantly bother us, things that might seem small but really affect how we feel around others. For me, it’s the everyday habits and gestures that reflect consideration, hygiene, and respect. From how someone treats a shared space to the way they carry themselves, these details matter more than most people realize.
1)People walking on carpets or rugs with outside shoes – It really bothers me when someone steps onto a carpet or rug with the same shoes they’ve worn all over the city. Shoes pick up dirt, germs, dust, and all kinds of things from sidewalks, streets, and public places. Bringing all of that into a home — especially onto a surface people sit on, walk barefoot on, or relax on — feels disrespectful and unhygienic. At home, you should have a separate pair of slippers or slides that are only meant for indoor use. They stay clean, protect the floors, and help keep the entire living space hygienic. It’s such a simple habit, but it makes a huge difference in maintaining a clean and comfortable home environment.
2)Arrogance and lack of basic empathy or manners – I can’t stand when someone carries themselves as if they’re above everyone else, acting like they’re more important or entitled. That kind of attitude completely ignores the fact that nobody is obligated to “prove” themselves or compete to be a somebody. What truly matters is empathy — treating people with basic respect and humanity. Simple gestures like holding the door for someone, helping a person pick up something they dropped, or actually listening without cutting them off mid-conversation say so much more about a person’s character. When someone lacks these small but meaningful courtesies and chooses arrogance instead, it’s really off-putting and makes interactions feel cold and dismissive.
3)Poorly trimmed or uneven nails – One of the first things I notice about a person is their hands, so when someone has uneven, jagged, or poorly trimmed nails, it immediately stands out to me. It’s not about perfection, but when nails look neglected or uneven, it genuinely makes me anxious. Hands are such a visible part of how we present ourselves, and keeping nails clean and neatly trimmed shows care, hygiene, and attention to detail. When someone doesn’t take a moment to maintain them, it’s hard for me to ignore.
In the end, it’s the small gestures—thoughtfulness, respect, and care—that make the biggest difference and leave a lasting impression.
I’ve loved makeup ever since I was a kid—it was always the one thing I couldn’t wait to play with and, honestly, nothing has changed. To this day, makeup is still my favorite thing to buy. Over the years, it’s become much clearer which products work best together and how much more there is to makeup than just a good lipstick.
This blog is for the girls and women who feel a little lost when it comes to beauty. If you’re not sure where to start, or what you actually need, consider this your guide to stocking up on the right essentials.
Concealer:
✨ Huda Beauty Corrector in Peach
This lightweight, buttery corrector instantly neutralizes dark circles with its rich peach tone. It blends seamlessly under concealer—but it’s also perfect on its own for those no-makeup days when you just want a quick, brightened under-eye without layering products.
✨ NARS Radiant Creamy Concealer
A cult classic for a reason. With hydrating medium coverage and a natural radiant finish, this concealer covers effortlessly while keeping the under-eyes fresh—not cakey. Use it in your exact shade for the most skin-like effect.
✨ Hourglass Vanish™ Airbrush Concealer
For extra brightness in the inner corners or high-points of the face, this concealer’s high coverage and soft-focus finish are unmatched. It gives a lifted, airbrushed look with just a tiny amount.
Primer:
✨Armani Beauty Luminous Silk Hydrating Makeup Primer
This primer is perfect for anyone who wants a smooth, glowing base without the heaviness. The Luminous Silk Hydrating Primer adds a healthy radiance while keeping the skin moisturized, helping foundation glide on effortlessly. It softens texture, grips makeup gently, and gives that signature Armani “lit-from-within” look. A beautiful choice for both natural makeup days and full glam.
Foundation:
✨ Armani Luminous Silk Foundation (lighter coverage)
For days when you want your skin to breathe but still look polished, the Armani Luminous Silk Foundation is perfect. It evens out the complexion with a soft, natural finish and feels weightless on the skin. Ideal for everyday wear or when you’re aiming for that effortless, glowy look.
✨ Estée Lauder Double Wear (more coverage)
When you need extra coverage and serious longevity, Estée Lauder Double Wear never fails. It gives a flawless, full-coverage finish that stays put all day without melting, fading, or creasing. Perfect for events, long days, or whenever you want a perfected, long-lasting base.
This one is perfect for brightening and smoothing without looking heavy. The shade Butter adds a soft warmth that sets makeup beautifully while keeping the skin looking natural and fresh.
If you love a bright under-eye, this powder is a game changer. Cherry Blossom adds that subtle pink brightening effect that instantly lifts the face. It blurs, smooths, and locks everything in place—perfect for baking or a light set.
✨ Laura Mercier Translucent Loose Setting Powder
A classic for a reason. This powder gives a soft-focus, matte finish that keeps oils at bay without ever looking cakey. It works on every skin type and sets makeup flawlessly, making it a must-have staple in any makeup routine. If you’re new to makeup, Laura Mercier is the safest, most beginner-friendly option—you simply can’t go wrong with it.
Eye shadows:
Huda’s palettes have always been some of my favorites—super pigmented, easy to blend, and beginner-friendly without sacrificing quality.
✨ Grunge Palette – Browns & Blacks
This one is my go-to for an easy smoky eye. The rich browns and deep blacks blend effortlessly with no fallout and amazing pigment. It gives that bold, smoky look with almost no work, and it always turns out bomb.
Lip gloss:
✨ Charlotte Tilbury Big Lip Plumpgasm Plumping Lip Gloss – Pink Nude (Fair/Medium)
This is my go-to when I want a soft, pink nude with a subtle plumping effect. It’s glossy, lightweight, and perfect for everyday wear.
Fenty’s Gloss Bomb is a must-have for that universally flattering shine. The shades Fussy and Fenty Glow give lips a luscious, glossy finish without stickiness, making them perfect for layering over lipstick or wearing alone.
These glosses are shiny, comfortable, and totally non-sticky. Sugar Baby and Bombshell are my favorites—they give that full, juicy lip look while feeling light and wearable all day.
Cheeks:
✨ Charlotte Tilbury Beauty Highlighter Wand – Pinkgasm & Gold
These are my go-to for adding instant glow. I apply them to the high points of my cheeks, and whenever the light hits, it reflects beautifully and looks amazing—effortless radiance every time.
Though technically a blush, I love using Happy and Spirited for a dewy, fresh highlight effect too. It gives my skin a natural, soft glow while adding a hint of color—perfect for a lively, youthful look.
These tinted lip oils are perfect for a sheer wash of color with a glossy finish. They feel super lightweight, keep my lips hydrated, and add a fresh, natural tint that’s perfect for everyday wear.
Dior’s Lip Glow Balms are my ultimate go-to for soft, nourished lips. The shades 001 Pink and 063 Pink Lilac give a subtle pop of color while keeping lips moisturized all day. They’re perfect for when I want a natural, effortless look.
Repairs hair at a molecular level, restoring strength, elasticity, and softness. I apply it after washing, leave it in a few minutes, and my hair feels instantly healthier. Definitely worth the price—one bottle can last up to six months if used correctly.
Conclusion:
Being a woman isn’t always easy. Life can be challenging, and sometimes we try to distract ourselves by indulging in things that make us happy. For me, buying and shopping is therapy—it makes my inner child happy, and I know it does the same for many women.
I also want to take a moment to express my gratitude for my amazing father. He gave me the world and the opportunity to grow, teaching me lessons that have shaped who I am today. There was still so much to learn, but he did more for me than any father in my family ever did for their daughters. He protected me, prioritized me, and never cared about society’s judgment or brainless opinions. He put me above everything and everyone else, and I will love him for that forever. I truly wish there were more fathers who see their daughters as human beings with emotions, capable of being nurtured, valued, and empowered.
What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?
If there’s one part of my daily routine I wish I could skip, it’s the time I start overthinking. It usually begins in the quiet moments—when the world slows down but my thoughts speed up. I replay things in my head, analyze every detail, and end up feeling more drained than before.
Overthinking doesn’t solve problems—it creates them. It feeds anxiety, turning small worries into heavy thoughts that feel impossible to escape. The mind tries to find answers, but instead, it traps itself in endless questions. It’s exhausting, and most of the time, nothing changes except how anxious I feel.
Lately, I’ve realized that sometimes, ignorance truly is bliss. Not every thought needs attention, and not every situation needs to be figured out. Letting go, even just a little, brings a kind of peace that overthinking never can.
And the truth is—no one overthinks on purpose. It’s something that happens naturally. Our minds are wired differently, and some people simply feel and think more deeply. Overthinkers often care too much, not too little. What they truly need is understanding, not judgment. With the right people who get them, even an overactive mind can find calm.
There was a time—not too long ago—when Baloch families across South Punjab and parts of Balochistan held unquestionable authority. Their names alone opened doors and demanded respect. But that era has faded.
Today, money is accessible. Anyone with drive can build and rise, regardless of background. Ironically, many of the once-powerful families are now reduced to fighting over scraps—arguing over inches of land their fathers couldn’t even protect. Hypocrisy might help someone climb the mountain fast—through shortcuts, pretence, and borrowed virtue—but it won’t take them anywhere real. A hollow rise ends in a hollow peak. When your life is built on lies and ego, there’s nothing beneath you. You might reach the top for a moment, but you won’t stay there. Real progress demands honesty—first with yourself, then with the world.
Yet the biggest tragedy isn’t the loss of land or status—it’s the mindset. The slave mentality still owns the majority. Educated or not, men or women, most choose to follow instead of think. Individuality is rare; character is fading. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree—generations repeat the same smallness.
I was fortunate. My father saw the world clearly. He never limited our thinking or forced us to follow anyone blindly. He encouraged us to explore, learn, and understand life first-hand. That freedom set us apart. Maybe that’s why I keep my distance now—because once you know how to think for yourself, it’s painful to watch people willingly stay small. Most are nothing but a disappointment.
Balochistan is a different world altogether—its own structure, its own rules. But in Punjab, the fall is loud. The throne is gone, yet the chains remain.
True legacy doesn’t come from land or old names. It comes from evolving. And those still fighting over inches will keep shrinking, until there’s nothing left to hold.
As the year begins to wind down, November arrives with a quiet kind of wisdom. It asks us to pause—to breathe, reflect, and honor the journey we’ve taken so far.
This year may not have been easy. For many of us, it’s carried loss, heartache, and moments that felt heavier than words could hold. The chaos, the calm, the endings we didn’t expect, and the beginnings we didn’t plan—all of it has shaped us. Even the pain has purpose, even the grief has taught us something about love, resilience, and what truly matters.
November isn’t about rushing to the finish line; it’s about recognizing how far we’ve come. It’s about holding space for the joy and the sorrow, the light and the shadow, and realizing that both can exist together.
Now, with only a few more days left until 2026, let this be your reminder: make them count. Life is fragile, unpredictable, and precious. Do what you want with your days—follow what brings you peace, chase what sparks your spirit, and love deeply, because love is what endures.
I may not know what 2026 will bring, but I do know this — I’m still standing, still learning, still becoming. And maybe that’s enough.
You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?
If I had three wishes, I wouldn’t ask for fame, fortune, or power. My heart would choose differently.
My first wish would be to see my father again — to hold him, to talk to him, to feel the comfort of his presence one more time. There are no words for that kind of longing, the kind that never fades no matter how many years pass.
My second wish would be for a Disney happy ending — the kind I grew up believing in. Those stories painted the world in soft colors, where good always triumphed and love healed everything. But life isn’t scripted by Disney. It’s raw, unpredictable, and sometimes painfully real. Still, a part of me can’t stop believing in a little bit of magic.
And my third wish… would be to see through people — not just their intentions, but their truths. To see their pain behind their smiles, their fears behind their anger, their love behind their silence. To understand people not for what they show, but for what they hide. Maybe then, the world would make more sense. Maybe then, we’d all be a little kinder.
Three wishes — love, hope, and understanding. Maybe that’s all any of us are really searching for.
Autumn and winter have always been my favorite seasons. The soft sunlight, the early evenings, the cool breeze, and a warm cup in my hands slow the world down just enough for me to breathe. These months wrap around me with a calm nothing else gives.
But the calm has a shadow.
Every year, as the cold settles in, I feel the chill inside me rise. My dadi’s death anniversary on 12th November changed this season forever. And this year, the ache is deeper, because my beloved Aba is gone too. The season I love most now arrives with memories that cut sharper than the wind.
So I disappear. I live on coffee, isolation, and sleep—anything to blur the days. It’s not that I don’t care… I just don’t have the strength to pretend. Only a few close friends know what November does to me. They check in quietly. They understand. And I’m grateful.
But the world keeps moving, while I stay stuck in the same loop of days and dates.
Writing is the only thing that softens the weight. When my thoughts spill out, the grief loosens, even if only for a moment.
12th November 2018 & 23rd April 2025—two dates that split my life in half. My Aba was my dadi’s youngest and her most loved. Now they’re together in the forever realm, and I’m the one left with the ache. This pain is all I have of them, and letting it go would feel like losing them again.
I love experimenting with my hair—whether it’s new colors or different cuts. Changing it up every year feels like therapy for me. Sure, it can get a little pricey, but it’s always worth it if you go to a good colorist who really knows what they’re doing. Recently, I went for golden tones, and I’m absolutely loving the look!
I enjoy taking care of myself—hair care, skin care, makeup, you name it. I like investing in products that make me feel good. For example, I have four different shampoos and pick one depending on the scent or how I want my hair to feel that day. I also keep three hair masks and several serums because splurging on these things makes me happy. Honestly, as women, we need that extra aftercare—especially after bleaching or coloring our hair.
Shampoos:
Kérastase Chroma Absolu Bain Riche Chroma Respect
This one feels super luxurious. It’s creamy, nourishing, and really helps keep my color looking fresh and shiny. Plus, it smells like a high-end salon—soft and a little floral.
L’Oréal Serie Expert Vitamino Color
Lightweight but does the job so well! It protects the color and gives my hair that glossy look. The scent is fruity and fresh, the scent instantly brightens my mood.
L’Oréal Serie Expert Metal Detox
A total game-changer after coloring. It gets rid of all the build-up from metals in water that can make hair dull. My hair feels cleaner and stronger with this one. The scent is clean, a bit citrusy, and refreshing.
OGX Argan Oil of Morocco Shampoo
This one is all about smoothing and shine. It leaves my hair soft and glossy, and the scent is warm, nutty, and a little tropical—honestly so addictive. Since it has sulfates, though, it can feel a bit more drying compared to the others, so I usually follow up with a good conditioner or mask.
Hair Masks
K18 Leave-In Molecular Repair Mask
This one’s more of a treatment than a mask—it works on a deeper level to repair damage from coloring or heat. My hair always feels stronger and healthier after using it. The scent is clean and minimal, nothing heavy, which I like since it doesn’t clash with other products. Definitely one of my top favorites—it never fails me. I feel hair lengths get healthier and my grows so well whenever I use this mask.
Shiseido Fino Hair Mask
Such an affordable gem! It makes my hair super soft, smooth, and easy to manage. The scent is sweet and floral, very “Japanese beauty aisle.” I usually leave it on for a good amount of time, and the results are even better—my hair feels silky and light.
Kérastase Résistance Masque
My go-to when my hair feels fragile or over-processed. It nourishes deeply, strengthens strands, and smells just like a high-end salon—fresh, slightly floral, and elegant. I also leave this one on longer than suggested, and it makes a huge difference in how healthy my hair feels.
Hair Serum
Label.m Age-Defying Hair Serum
A lightweight serum that targets signs of aging in hair, like thinning or dullness. It makes strands feel smoother, adds shine, and gives that “healthy bounce” back. The scent is light and fresh, and just grabs attention of anyone who blowdries my hair.
Kérastase Thermique (likely Ciment Thermique or Nutritive Thermique)
This is a heat protectant + leave-in treatment in one. I love it before blow-drying or styling because it protects while making my hair soft and frizz-free. It has that signature Kérastase salon scent—clean, slightly floral, and very luxe. I usually use this over my lable.m serum and after my k18 treatment for an extra layer of protection against heat damage.
Shiseido Fino Hair Serum
Affordable but really effective. It smooths down frizz and adds a silky finish without weighing hair down. The scent is subtle, a soft sweet-floral, which pairs well with the Fino mask. I usually use this when I don’t really have to style my hair and just air dry them.
K18 Molecular Repair Hair Oil
This is more than just a shine oil—it actually helps repair damage on a deeper level, just like the K18 mask. Super lightweight, non-greasy, and perfect for both styling and long-term strengthening. The scent is clean and understated. I prefer using this in nighttime hair care routine, add in a few drops on my stands before brushing them.
The Hair Care Basic
I also like to keep it simple sometimes with a good oil massage. I use Munawar Haq Coconut Hair Oil, which is lightweight, transparent, and doesn’t have that strong smell some coconut oils do. The best part is that it doesn’t affect my hair color, so I can still enjoy the benefits of oiling without worrying about fading. It leaves my hair soft, nourished, and just overall healthier. I would add 10-15 drops of rosemary essential hair oil to 5-6 tablespoons of my coconut oil.
Final Thoughts 🌸
Taking care of my hair is honestly one of my favorite forms of self-care. I don’t mind splurging because every product feels like an experience—whether it’s the scent, the texture, or just the way my hair looks afterward. Out of everything I’ve tried, my absolute top favorites are the K18molecular repair hair mask and the Kérastase Résistance Masque for repair, and the Kérastase Chroma absolu shampoo.
I have been using kerastase products since over 10 years now. And people back then didn’t even know this brand existed and only one salon in my city had signed up with kerastase for their treatments and selling their products. It’s become more common now, still I stock up some products which are not available here from Dubai or US.
Disclaimer: There are a lot of pages in Pakistan selling fake k18 products at a lesser price (AVOID THEM AT ALL COSTS). Safer option is always getting it yourself or asking someone you buy it from US preferably. US and UK prices have a huge difference when it comes to K18 market. Thank me later.
*When it comes to my cut and color, I’m super particular. There are only three people in my city I trust to cut and color my hair, and about five who can style it exactly the way I like. I always go back to them—I just can’t let someone new touch my hair. Very few people truly understand what I like and how I want my hair to look, so once I find the right ones, I stick with them. It’s that final touch that ties everything together and makes me feel completely myself*
We live in a time where scrolling through social media often feels like flipping through a magazine of edited perfection. Celebrities and influencers have access to makeup artists, fillers, Photoshop, and filters—and yet, we compare ourselves to them in our most natural state. No wonder so many people feel insecure.
But here’s the truth: you don’t need fake lashes, fake nails, or endless beauty treatments to be worthy of love and confidence. You are beautiful as you are. That doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy makeup, skincare, or even high-maintenance procedures if they make you feel good—it just means your value doesn’t depend on them.
Everyone has their own version of beauty. What makes you stand out isn’t how much you look like an influencer, but how much you look like yourself. When you stop chasing the illusion of perfection, you’ll find that your natural features, your quirks, and even the things you thought were “flaws” are what make you unique.
So take a break from comparing. Put the phone down for a while. Look in the mirror without filters, and remind yourself: this is me—and I am enough.
What aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of or interested in?
What stands out in my cultural heritage is the craftsmanship of Balochi clothing and jewellery. The loose-fitted kurtas, decorated with silk thread embroidery and mirror work, display a level of artistry that is both unique and timeless. Each tribe has its own distinctive embroidery and jewellery style, which is what makes Baloch culture so diverse and recognizable.
Personally, I am most drawn to the jewellery pieces from the Mazari and Bugti families. Their designs have a richness and individuality that set them apart, and I feel fortunate to have inherited pieces from both through my family. From the elaborate gold headpieces to finely crafted gold clips, from heavy statement necklaces to delicate chains in different designs, and from handmade cuffs to intricate bracelets, these ornaments showcase the versatility and creativity of Baloch craftsmanship.
The inherited antique jewellery carries an irreplaceable value. The kundan work, the ruby and emerald detailing set into pure gold, and the remarkable neatness of every design reflect a level of mastery that today’s jewellers cannot replicate. Each piece was made to last for generations, and the longevity of that workmanship is something modern techniques often fail to achieve. People may try to reproduce these styles, but the originals remain unmatched in both precision and beauty.
Balochi jewellery as a whole has its own distinction. Bold and heavy, it reflects a culture that values strength and status. Clothes and jewellery together create a striking identity, instantly rooted in tradition yet varied across regions and tribes.
Yet, while these traditions hold value, it is clear that culturally and mentally there is still much that needs to change. In the end, heritage should not only be about preserving beauty but also about progressing in ways that make the culture stronger and more inclusive for the future.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?
Some of the most profound lessons I’ve carried in life weren’t from books or lectures—they were from conversations with my father. His words were simple, but they’ve stayed with me, guiding me through moments of confusion, growth, and change.
Do good and forget about it.
Goodness is not a transaction—it’s a reflection of who you are. When you do something kind, don’t wait for recognition or repayment. Life has its own way of returning what you give, sometimes in ways you’d never expect. The same applies to ill intentions: those who plot harm often find themselves ensnared by their own traps. Life is circular; what goes around always comes around.
Arrogance is for the foolish.
Every day is an opportunity to learn. Mistakes, missteps, and even heartbreaks are teachers if you’re willing to listen. To walk through life thinking you know it all is to close yourself off from growth. True strength lies in humility and the ability to adapt with each new lesson.
Be wise with your resources.
Money comes and goes, but discipline in spending shapes your freedom. Confidence, however, is a different kind of wealth. When you walk into a room, know that no one else can be you. That quiet certainty is far more valuable than arrogance—it’s self-respect without the need for comparison.
Guard your circle.
Loneliness is better than being surrounded by serpents. Not everyone who smiles at you wishes you well. A friend to all is often a friend to none. The ones who truly matter are selective with their trust and protective of their space. Sometimes, solitude is not isolation—it’s preservation.
In all these lessons lies a single thread: life is both a teacher and a mirror. What you give, you receive. What you learn, you become. And what you protect, protects you in return.
“To know yourself is a lifetime’s work; to pretend you know others is arrogance.”
Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
Some days, your mind feels like it’s running a marathon you never signed up for. Thoughts racing, jumping from one worry to the next, often landing on the worst possible “what if.” It’s exhausting—and if you’re living with it, you know that it can dim even the brightest days.
But here’s something to remember: you are not broken. A racing mind doesn’t mean you’re weak; it means you’re human. Our brains are wired to prepare us for danger, but sometimes they overdo their job. They imagine storms even when the sky is clear.
So, how do we calm that storm? Sometimes, it helps to sit with the thought instead of fighting it. Ask yourself: Is this real, right now? Or is it a story my mind is telling me? Often, just that question can loosen the grip.
Philosophers—people like Marcus Aurelius or Seneca—faced the same problem centuries ago. Life was hard then too, and they reminded themselves: “I can’t control what happens, but I can control how I meet it.” That’s not cold logic—it’s a gentle reminder that we don’t have to let every thought carry us away.
And on darker days, it’s worth holding on to the small sparks. A walk outside, the sound of laughter, a favorite line in a book—tiny reminders that the world isn’t only harsh. Calling or catching up with someone close to you, just to feel their presence, can steady the heart more than you realize. Putting on your favorite music—songs that have carried you through before—can feel like light breaking through a heavy sky. Even playing with babies, with their giggles and wonder at the simplest things, can remind you that life is still soft, still tender. There’s brightness hidden in these ordinary moments, if we let ourselves notice.
If your mind tells you every outcome will be the worst, pause and ask: But what if things turn out better than I expect? You don’t have to force optimism—you just have to give it a chance to speak.
You are learning, slowly, how to live with your thoughts instead of being ruled by them. And that’s something to be proud of. 🌱
Seneca (Stoic philosopher): “We suffer more often in imagination than in reality.”
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
The furthest I’ve ever traveled from home wasn’t measured in miles or airports. It wasn’t about crossing oceans or standing in a foreign land where the language felt unfamiliar. The furthest I’ve ever traveled was the moment I lost someone I loved deeply—my Aba.
For me, home was never just a building of bricks and walls. Home lived in laughter across the dinner table, in encouragement when I doubted myself, in the simple comfort of knowing someone always had my back. I spent 11,273 days with the home I can no longer go back to.
When that presence vanished, I felt myself in a strange, uncharted land. I was surrounded by the same streets, the same rooms, the same material things—but the anchor was gone. It was as if the coordinates of home had been erased.
I had to learn that home isn’t a permanent location. It’s fragile, woven from bonds and moments, and when a piece of that fabric tears, you find yourself traveling further away from “home” than you ever thought possible.
And yet, even in that distance, I began to discover something unexpected. Though I can’t return to the home that once was, I carry parts of it with me. In memories, in lessons passed down, in the love that lingers, home travels with me—even into the farthest places of loss.
-A grief struck daughter.
Every lyric sinks deep — painting our grief in shades of grey. Tom Odell’s new single captures the ache of losing someone irreplaceable.
This is my digital footprint for you, Aba — a space where love never fades and memories never end.
“ But if you knew, you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?”
— Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami
We move through life assuming continuity—believing the places we love will stay, the people we cherish will remain, and the moments we live will repeat themselves. But what if they don’t?
This quote from Kafka on the Shore is a quiet reminder of impermanence. It urges us to see the beauty in the ordinary, to treat today not as another page in a never-ending book, but as a fragile, irreplaceable chapter.
That hallway in your childhood home where the light always falls a certain way. The friend you always assume you’ll see next weekend. The elder who would guide you with their wisdom won’t be sitting at the table again as they did. The lazy Sunday morning filled with silence and coffee. They might not be there tomorrow. Not in the same way.
We often chase big dreams and future plans, but perhaps the real magic lies in the small things we take for granted. Noticing them. Being present for them. Valuing them—not because they are rare, but because they are fleeting.
So next time you’re with someone you love, or in a moment that feels simple and still, pause. Soak it in. Because knowing it might not come again doesn’t make it sad—it makes it sacred.
When a mother has a baby girl, people sometimes respond with comments like, “Don’t worry, maybe you’ll have a boy next time,” as if having a daughter is somehow disappointing. These remarks often reflect outdated beliefs or personal biases, rather than any real issue. The truth is, daughters are just as valuable and bring their own unique joy to a family. The connection between daughters and their parents—especially with their fathers—can be incredibly strong and meaningful. Every child is a gift, regardless of gender.
Let me be clear — I don’t associate myself with feminist ideology. But I also believe that expecting women to suffer in silence, to sacrifice endlessly without emotional support or understanding, is something I can’t accept.
We live in a time where women still feel pressured to marry based on societal expectations, not emotional connection. Many go through heartbreak, yet are expected to carry on — often having child after child in homes where love and care may be missing. It’s heartbreaking, and it’s real.
Our Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) married Bibi Khadija (RA), a widow who proposed to him. Islam honored women and gave them the right to choose. But somewhere along the way, culture and customs overshadowed that message. Today, a woman taking a step forward for herself is often misunderstood or unfairly judged.
This isn’t about blaming anyone. It’s about rethinking what we’ve normalized.
Women deserve respect, choice, and emotional safety — just like men do. We need to build a society where both are treated with fairness and dignity. It’s not about one being above the other — it’s about walking side by side.
I will always be grateful to my angel of a father. He wasn’t a typical Baloch father — he gave me freedom, respect, and unwavering admiration. He loved me with a kindness and understanding that shaped who I am. Since his passing, I’ve felt permanently deprived of that kind of love and comfort. He was my safe place, my constant — the one I could turn to no matter how hard life got. My friend, my strength, my father — my everything.
I truly wish more fathers could be like him — trusting, loving, and always holding a soft spot for their daughters, no matter what.
“If today feels heavy, carry it lightly. If it feels empty, fill it with the smallest comforts. A warm drink. An uplifting song. Soft clothes. A deep breath. You don’t have to fix today. You just have to move through it.”
-Vex King
Some days feel heavier than others—days when the world presses in a little tighter, when motivation is hard to find, or when everything just feels… off. In those moments, it’s easy to think we need to fix everything right away: our mood, our circumstances, ourselves. But maybe the gentler path is simply to carry the day lightly. This quotation reminds us that we don’t have to force solutions or breakthroughs; we just need to find our footing and keep going. A warm drink, a soft hoodie, a peaceful nap, a favorite song—these tiny acts of comfort can anchor us more than we realize.
Life isn’t always about monumental change or productivity. Sometimes it’s about being tender with ourselves when the weight gets too much. When the day feels empty, we can fill it with small, nourishing moments that ask nothing of us but presence. You don’t need to solve every problem today. You just need to move through it—breath by breath, step by step, with kindness in your hands and softness in your heart. That alone is enough. That alone is brave.
Even butterflies seek shelter when it rains—to protect their delicate wings from being torn by the storm. They don’t fight the weather; they rest and wait. In the same way, it’s okay to pause and protect your own softness. The rain doesn’t last forever—and there’s always a rainbow waiting on the other side.
What’s meant for you will find its way. What isn’t will quietly fall away. Trust the process, and keep moving.
Ten years from now, make sure you can say that you chose your life — you didn’t settle for it. But remember… ten years isn’t guaranteed. Tomorrow isn’t promised. Life is short, and passing quickly.
So do what your heart wants. Follow it — fully, unapologetically. Say no to anything that doesn’t align with who you are or your life. No one else needs to understand it. It just needs to be real to you. You’re not here to merely exist — you’re here to live. And if you’re lucky enough to be here in ten years, make sure it’s a life that feels like your own.
There’s no such thing as perfect — not in people, not in choices, not in paths. Everyone has flaws, cracks, and contradictions. The beauty lies in deciding which imperfections you’re willing to live with — in yourself and in others. That’s what being human is. You won’t be perfect either, but to someone out there, you might just be the best thing they’ve ever known. So never talk down to yourself. Move like the world does revolve around you — and then choose your people accordingly. Choose the ones who get it. Who support you. Who see you.
And even on your fragile days — don’t let negativity in. The world/people can be cruel, but their bitterness isn’t yours to carry. Protect your peace, guard your worth, and never let someone else’s darkness dim your light.
This one’s for everyone born in the ’90s — before tech took over. We’ve officially hit the serious age. To those still choosing their path — keep going. And to those who followed the script and settled for what the world chose for you — may you find peace, purpose, and pieces of yourself along the way. ✨💛🥂
Cherish the time and people in your life—once they’re gone, you can’t get them back.
