In a culture obsessed with marriage and finding the right man, and growing up hearing, “shadi shadi shadi shadi shadi,”, I must admit, there are days, I wish I was born a man, only so there would be less pressure on me. It’s not easy being a single ...
A few years ago in an obsession to lead a healthy life, amongst the countless books that I read up on, one YouTube video stuck by me. It was by Rujuta Diwekar, who is none other than Karina Kapoor, more popularly referred to as Bebo's nutritionist and her ...
2016 has been a brilliant year in terms of lessons learned, hardships and growth as an individual with some incredible moments and beautiful stories. Truly this has been a year which I look back on and remember as the one which pushed me out of comfort zone ...
I have grown up surrounded by strong women around me, perhaps in our Kashmiri families we’ve seen matriarchal societies with the clear understanding that a woman, particularly a mother, is the reigning queen. I’ve seen examples of women in my own family ...
The last few days have been an incredible learning journey; a journey of self reflection. Words that have been directed towards me have made me take a step back and reflect on the person I am and in retrospect the image that I portray.Two days ago, a ...
Inject a hormone, or take a few drops and lose 3-6kgs per week! Sounds too good to be true? Sounds rindonkulous if you ask me. I am still recovering from my shock of glutathione injections whereby another new beautify yourself fad has been brought to my ...
“You cant stop us from loving, Mr. President!” exclaimed Qandeel Baloch, on Valentine’s Day, when the Government of Pakistan banned the celebrations of Valentine’s Day in the country.A week ago or even three days ago I never would have imagined that I ...
The word FAT always has a caloric connotation to it but perhaps for this blog I wish to use it more generally, more positively and more constructively.My name is Huma Zafar and I am a fat girl at heart. There I said it.I didn’t say I am fat. I said I am a ...
A few years ago, I was sitting at my regular Isloo coffee shop with an old friend who was visiting from San Francisco. I had just returned home from my masters, bright, cheery, trying to find myself in my old hometown again. I had dragged along a friend who ...
