A few years ago, a friend invited me to her place for lunch. But I had to refuse because I was fasting for Ramadan and only ate after the sun went down around 8 pm in this part of the world.
Her response was, “Oh! I’m so sorry. I forgot because you are not like other Muslims.” She meant this as a compliment because I don’t wear the hijab. Nor am I overly religious.
A compliment that is similar to a guy saying “You’re not like other girls. I like you.” …
Hospitals didn’t allow husbands in the delivery room in 1971 Canada.
One soon-to-be mother, who also happened to be the presiding prime minister’s wife, insisted that she would have the baby at home if her husband couldn’t be with her.
Word got around to the Ottawa Civic Hospital, and the outdated rule was soon abolished. So, when Justin Trudeau was born on Christmas day, his father was by his mother’s side. Common Ground, the 2014 memoir by Justin Trudeau, describes this incident in detail.
The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the…
First thing’s first. I’m no top writer, and I only earn peanuts from Medium.
So, this post is for writers who are starting off with freelance writing and those who are thinking about getting into freelancing. I’m writing this post to encourage you to make that jump because it can be done.
I resigned from my cushiony corporate job in early January 2021 and invoiced my freelance clients for $4,301 in April. This covered my living expenses, including my mortgage, condo fees, and groceries.
A little bit of background on me. I’m a freelance writer focusing on mental health and…
A woman with wavy hair and rosy lips waved to the crowd from center stage. She wore a gold crown with teardrop-shaped blue stones.
All of a sudden, another woman in an off-white, Goddess-like, flowy dress— the woman who crowned the woman with wavy hair and rosy lips a few minutes back — took the microphone and said, “According to Mrs. World rules, you’ll have to be married, not divorced. So, I’m going to take the first step and say that the crown goes to the first-runner up.”
Then she took a step forward, walked to the woman with rosy…
I rarely get a cold anymore, even during Toronto winters
Sneeze, Cough, and Fever used to visit me at least once a month. It started when I was a teenager and continued well into my adolescence.
Was I immuno-compromised? I didn’t think so.
Was there too much dust at home? Well, other healthy people were living at home too.
Is it because I was a bookworm-kid? There were others like me, but they didn’t get sick as often.
In my late twenties, when I moved to North America, the monthly visits stopped.
Unrequited love? Take on a new project. A mother who can’t love? More extracurricular activities. A grandma who was buried before you could get to the funeral? A bottle of whiskey and a copy of Being Mortal by Atul Gawande. An impending divorce? A big change in careers.
This is just a list of how I have dealt with grief in the past.
As someone who loves forward momentum, staying stuck is one of my worst fears. So, I have learned to shrug and move on. To the next thing that will let me grow and “soar.”
I thought I…
This is a COVID-19 fairytale.
In March 2020, when I started working from home due to the Coronavirus, I was delighted to find a few extra hours to start pondering about where I was going in life. The fragility of our existence was becoming clearer to me with this unheard-of pandemic, and the urgency of living my authentic life became even more urgent.
I was that kid who stuck my nose in a book to get away from the bullies or the annoyed parent. So, I always knew I wanted to write full-time, but I also had a sizeable condo…
Recently, I unblocked an old crush because I wanted to see how he was doing. Then I messaged him a quick hi and immediately regretted it. I was even more disappointed with myself (not him, but myself) when I did not get a response after a few hours.
I had blocked him in the first place because his erratic texting patterns had shown me that he didn’t really care. No, he had not changed as I had naively hoped. So, what did I do? I blocked him again, of course.
Yes, it was very passive-aggressive. …
You have read the signs on the corporate wall. You “know” the economy is heading to a crumble with the pandemic. Goodbye emails from corporate leaders pop into your email ever so frequently. Too frequently.
Other teams have already begun downsizing. You know it’s only a matter of time. It is the talk of all your virtual coffee sessions.
But you have done a fairly good job this year. You have a multitude of transferable skills, and your past employer is a Fortune 100. Your boss seems to like you. Will they still lay you off?
These are the questions…
A few years back, one of my co-workers sent me a Ted Talk featuring a woman in her seventies or eighties. After watching it, I texted my co-worker, “OMG! She looks so great for her age!” As soon as I hit Send, I wished I could have taken it back.
This was a woman who had stood the test of time with as much grace as any woman can muster. A woman with so much fortitude that can inspire the next two generations of women. And all I could say was how good she looked for her age.