Nayab Malik

Tag: postaday

  • My Father, The Mortal

    Today, my life changed. Well, not in the shooting stars or melodramatic turn of events way; rather in a stop and think kind of way. Today, I realized my dad isn’t immortal after all. Sure, he’s the hero I’ve always looked up to, the staunch defender of his castle, the infallible, strong male presence I’ve come to →

  • 6 Issues All International Students Face

    Flying to another country where you will live for the next four years can be challenging…to say the least. You’re excited, upbeat, willing to try new things, and face new obstacles. Until you find yourself staring at the unnaturally bare walls of your new dorm room, sitting on your suitcase – the one familiar piece →

  • My “X” and I…Or Why Equations And I Don’t Get Along

    (Read the whole thing. I promise, it’s worth it.) Why, I ask, must you have equations? Isn’t it bad enough that there exist letters in a subject, which should only have numbers? I mean, a and b belong to the alphabet; they are numerals of the English Language, not of something that has plus and →

  • Lean On Me, Fall On Me, Laugh With Me…

    There’s a kind of love that I’ve heard about. There’s a girl who’s kept a wedding scrapbook since the age of 10, with bits of lace and newspaper articles talking about your perfect day! When she meets the boy she is meant to, her mind will swim with thoughts of wining, dining, and a lot of sweeping-off-of-feet. →

  • I Built A House Of Grape Vines And Sunshine

    Today was a good day. It was one of those days when the sun poured liquid gold and painted the tops of buildings yellow. I sat outside my room watching how sunshine streamed through leaves, making them transparent, almost. And it reminded me of the days I used to spend at my aunt’s house. I →

  • Take Me To A Deserted Island…

    If you were stranded on a desert island, whom would you want standing by your side? Calculating the value of people is simple; just put two perspectives. Walking in to a room with sunshine in your hair and brilliance in your smile is easy. Anyone, and I mean anyone can fake a smile. I’ve met →

  • Don’t Forget To Check Your Pulse

    Sometimes I wake up hating. I hate how wide my hips are, how my legs will never be longer, how I’ll look ridiculous in a swimsuit, how my skin isn’t glossy clear, how I need to work for the things I want, how I can’t just shop my days away, how I have worries, how →

  • 7 Resolutions, 7 People, and 7 Reasons To Love 2013

    2013 was the year of so much loss and so much more gain. I got rejected from one college, got into two others, and took a year off. In this ‘gap year’, I learned so much, met so many people, laughed, and cried. Since this is New Year’s Eve, I thought it only fitting to →

  • Knocking Down The Berlin Wall, Or, Modern European History Blues

    I used to think history would come easy to me. I mean, I had the tenacious, for want of a better word, capacity to never forget dates and names and places. And so there I went, signed up for a history course with stars in my eyes.  And what followed made me feel like I →

  • Say No To Slurpers

    So I’ve had some strange friends. I’ve known some strange people. I’ve seen people who breathe just through their mouths, people who pick their ear lobes when talking, and people who twitch when they talk.  All these quirks are okay.  But what is not okay, is weird eating habits. No. You see a girl. She →

  • What Is Peace?

    A child crawls on the mud strewn ground, his ribs jutting out in sharp relief, distorting the light of the harsh Somalian sun that beats down, parching the land dry; he looks around for his mother. There she comes, carrying a tiny package in her burnt brown hands, to lift up her child; he weighs →

  • God Save The Queen’s English Or Why I Don’t Like Dropping U’s

    There I used to be, in a crisp, blindingly white uniform, sash all pressed, not a hair out of place, sitting with my legs tucked beneath me. Shoes polished, composed demeanour, perfect little Conventarian child. Oh how that changed. Going from a private English school to an American university…walking across worlds. 1. Professors are human →

  • Don’t Look Here…

    Controversy.  It’s dark, and hidden, and attractive. Isn’t it?  What is it about the taboo that attracts us? To see an addict wrap his shaking fingers around a filthy needle, inject warmth into his paper thin veins and breathe in contentment, is controversy. But to whom, and how? To a ‘respectable’ older woman who calls →

  • Stop Staring Professor, I’m Blogging…

    Hey, I’m trying to survive. I sleep four hours a day, and sometimes I skip out on it altogether. I paint my nails while taking notes on a book, while writing an email, while drinking my morning cup of coffee. My conversations with people have started to involve words like “thesis”, “your media analysis”, “my →

  • The Pessimist’s Quick Guide To Death

    Basically, if you’re a pessimist, here are the things that can kill you on a day to day basis. Go ahead, you’re too depressed to look away anyway. 1. Other people. So, I mean why make the effort to talk to anyone really? People are strange beings, so different from each other and yet the →

  • Remember That?

    What can you say about memory? Nobody knows the future but everybody, everybody knows their past. I don’t know how it is for other people, but I remember it all. The worst part of total recall though, is standing in front of it, arms open wide. Hit me. You take that girl there, standing with →

  • The Red Lipstick Debate

    For the last two days whenever I’ve dug into my book bag for a pen, I’ve invariably found a red lipstick pencil.  Hmm.  I might be the living breathing embodiment of the education vs looks debate. Do people automatically assume a pretty girl will be incompetent? Or is it the other way around? It’s a →

  • Once Upon A Time In California…

    I woke up today with sunshine in my hair. No, seriously. My dorm room is currently suffering a power outage. While this means no light in the room, it hasn’t stopped the air conditioner from working on full blast. This means I have to keep the windows open just so I don’t freeze while I →

  • That Grasshopper’s Sitting On A Book, Cooking Berries

    If you stepped into my room on any given evening in the year 2007, you’d invariably find me curled up somewhere, reading. How I miss thirteen and all the years that preceded it. Childhood was a time where I saved up all my pocket money to buy a fuzzy slip covered notebook, which I then →

  • The 7 Advantages Of Being A Girl

    Now I don’t want to set foot in the murky waters of the men vs women debate. But I will say that while some people say it’s a male dominated society in general, there’s a lot in it for the “softer sex” too…and I consider all the sassy gay guys too. So, women, read on… #1: THE SMART →

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