No offense to my parents, they just didn’t know what to do with a little person like me; I was innately different.

Happiness is a 24/7 job, and a tough one at that. It’s a time-consuming process, a tantrum throwing toddler.

It seems unless a child is perfection personified, the society or even parents won’t accept him or her.

I was caught in a cafe during a violent protest, but thankfully, the waiters were complete, utter gentlemen.

Pakistanis - we are chronic trusters - a nation of the blindest believers!

My anxiety attacks were so severe that I feared I would die - instead I learned how to live.

Looking at pictures of US soldiers posing with corpses awakened my conscience, but I am a hypocrite.

My nephew turns one this year, and his entire life has been chalked out for him. Sound familiar?