female foeticide

Zehra Nigah reads her moving poem on female foeticide

Story of a child who was aborted because of her gender. It was written in the backdrop of actual incidents (female foeticide, #femalefoeticide #ladiesfund #karachi #zehranigah #poetry #pakistan #rape #karokari #wattasatta#wani where parents opted for abortion upon finding out that the child to be born is a girl!

The Dance of Change

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.- Rabindranath Tagore

No that’s not me. Not like a liberated woman who doesn’t show, that she is vulnerable and weak, in response to that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence.

If we don’t change, we don’t grow. If we don’t grow, we aren’t really living. – Gail Sheehy

Despite that she does feel too much and sincerely pursues too much and always crumbles and panics inside her heart and assumes that she has done something bad, while he doesn’t test to see if he can make her happy, while she feels either judged by society or obligated or pressured to give, too much- emotionally, mentally & physically! he doesn’t create experiences where he can prove to himself that the woman he fancies isn’t difficult or worse: high maintenance! but wonders what’s in it for him. frankly its just not feasible to have to wait, either professionally and personally. For anyone!

We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end. Uncertainty is a sign of humility, and humility is just the ability or the willingness to learn.