Author Archives: Hina Iqbal

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how much mama remembers

how much i’ve forgotten

Value is love, prioritized.  Some say our feelings and thoughts are akin to clouds which come and go in the backdrop of a sky which is our internal state. Don’t get too hung up on them. Feel them, and let them pass. I wonder, then, what sticks? And why? It must be that we willContinue reading “value is love, prioritized”

I took advantage of an unattended piano at our after-school music recital to once again begin playing the chords, when my piano teacher came over and said casually, “Oh, you’re playing Clocks by Coldplay!” Ms. Whitehead had no idea she had just unlocked what would become a decade of my obsession with Coldplay!

Today, I learned Kavya had passed away, earlier in the morning. She was 25 years old. I shared with my friend: “I never had a bad experience with her. Every memory I ever had was always so sweet.” She always had a smile on her face. She was really gentle. She made campus for meContinue reading “Kavya”

“Our highest desires,” the narrator goes on to say, “lead us to our highest selves.” In a way, they can! Our desires can be used as tools which draw us closer and deeper to ourselves.

I feel so lucky and blessed that I’ve been granted this return to myself. I hope to only cultivate it more, as it is my responsibility to, and fulfilling it brings me great peace.

… it is far far better to share your sub-par creations than hoard these same creativities, waiting for the perfect version to come about before sharing your stuff with the world.