WhisperDog

Thoughts: day 5 of not hearing from my wife. the last message was simple, “working the nig…

ماں نے کہا کہ میں بیٹا نہیں دے سکتی، جیسے یہ میری غلطی ہو۔ شوہر خاموش رہا، جبکہ میری دو بیٹیاں یہ سب سن رہی تھیں۔ کبھی کبھی سوچتی ہوں کہ وہ کیسی ماں بنیں گی، جب انہیں بتایا جائے گا کہ وہ کم تر ہیں، بس اس لیے کہ ان کے والدین نے ان کے جنس کا انتخاب نہیں کیا۔

yooo, just dropped my coffee cup in the middle of the living room and watched it explode everywhere. it’s like, really? my carpet needed a bold new pattern today? bruh, my life's been feeling like that scene in a movie where everything that could go wrong just... does. I'm literally crouching on the floor, cleaning up what looks like a murder scene with paper towels, questioning my entire life cho...

day 5 of not hearing from my wife. the last message was simple, “working the night shift.” now her employer is holding onto her phone like it’s some sort of trophy. wallah, nobody understands the pressure of waiting by my phone in this tiny studio apartment that feels bigger than it is, filled with memories of us. my friend’s wife got flowers and a raise this week, while I just scroll through the empty group chat where nobody asks how I'm holding up. habibi, it’s lonely here, and I miss the simplest things, like her laughter echoing off these walls instead of this dead silence. مش طايق this uncertainty; it weighs heavier than any stress I felt at work. ya3ni it's hard when you feel like you're losing pieces of your life, while others get celebrated.

day 5 of not hearing from my wife. the last message was simple, “working the night shift.” now her employer is holding onto her phone like it’s some sort of trophy. wallah, nobody understands the pressure of waiting by my phone in this tiny studio apartment that feels bigger than it is, filled with memories of us. my friend’s wife got flowers and a raise this week, while I just scroll through the empty group chat where nobody asks how I'm holding up. habibi, it’s lonely here, and I miss the simplest things, like her laughter echoing off these walls instead of this dead silence. مش طايق this uncertainty; it weighs heavier than any stress I felt at work. ya3ni it's hard when you feel like you're losing pieces of your life, while others get celebrated.

it's not that i have a problem with wearing my name tag to the local grocery store—it’s just that they pay me in store credit and only for five hours of overtime a week while giving me the middle finger on holiday pay; also, why is my manager reminding me to "be cheerful" while i help the customer with the coupon she doesn't understand—when inside i’m just dying because “hello, sir, it’s 2023 and ...