ok but sometimes I hear the فجر prayer and it just feels like a reminder of how I’m literally wasting my life. like everyone is up praying and reflecting, and here I am, catching Z’s and pretending the world doesn’t expect me to have it all together. I mean, I just want to shout "sorry for not being perfect" at my family during those dinners where they casually compare my life to my cousin’s, like...
the way that everyone celebrates mahashivratri like it's a miracle cure while i'm here praying for just enough hours in the week to justify my coffee habit and avoid the mountain of credit card debt hidden in my wallet. meanwhile, my boss thinks i’m the ideal employee, but really, i just perfected the art of faking joy in meetings, while internally begging the universe for a side hustle that doesn...
it’s 3am and i’m scrolling through social media. every post screams success. new houses, shiny cars, and travel photos while i'm still trying to figure out if i can afford to buy groceries this week. yaaar, matlab samjho na, everyone seems to be racing ahead, and i feel stuck at the start line, caught between pressure from my family to settle down and the reality of crushing debt. that's the moment i realized, instead of feeling happy for them, part of me just wishes someone would acknowledge my struggle too. #SouthAfricaVsNamibia #RelatableStruggle
it’s 3am and i’m scrolling through social media. every post screams success. new houses, shiny cars, and travel photos while i'm still trying to figure out if i can afford to buy groceries this week. yaaar, matlab samjho na, everyone seems to be racing ahead, and i feel stuck at the start line, caught between pressure from my family to settle down and the reality of crushing debt. that's the moment i realized, instead of feeling happy for them, part of me just wishes someone would acknowledge my struggle too. #SouthAfricaVsNamibia #RelatableStruggle
—so I told them I couldn't come out because I was "preparing for a deep-clean of my life." It sounds profound, right? In reality, I was sitting in my living room—staring at the ceiling, trying to muster the motivation to wash the pile of dishes that's officially developed a personality.