

When People Ask...When People Ask About HomeWhen People Ask...
When people ask about home, I am silent. I have no words to let them hear the way the first drops of monsoon
drum upon the parched heart of Lahore.
When people ask about home, I am bewildered. I have no idea how to make them smell the sweetness of methi in July,
the yellowbrightness of its smile.
When people ask about home, I am ashamed. I think about the woman in the Gucci
sunglasses who called Mukhtaraan Mai
attention-hungry, I mean, poori dunya ko batana zaroori hai
I was raped? Seriously, yaa
Thanks so much for the faves and taking a look at my gallery!
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moved to ~Fuzzypop
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We don't need your democracy.
Execute them kindly for me.
Take them by their filthy nostrils
Put them up in doggy hostels.
We don't need your hypocrisy
Execute real democracy.
Post-industrial society
The unthinking majority
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This week:
Mangaka-chan tries to overcome the procrastination of starting her manga! Can she overcome the "after this"es in time to keep her ink from drying!?
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This week:
Mangaka-chan tries to overcome the procrastination of starting her manga! Can she overcome the "after this"es in time to keep her ink from drying!?
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This week:
Mangaka-chan tries to overcome the procrastination of starting her manga! Can she overcome the "after this"es in time to keep her ink from drying!?
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I'm good in bed, I can sleep all night.
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{Heiress = pronounced Air*ess}
{Heiress = a woman who is an heir to great wealth}
{HeirOfGlee=a women who inherit exultant high-spirited joy}
.¤**¤.¸.¤**¤..¤ **¤ .¸.¤**¤...¤**¤.¸.¤**¤..¤ **¤ .
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{Heiress = pronounced Air*ess}
{Heiress = a woman who is an heir to great wealth}
{HeirOfGlee=a women who inherit exultant high-spirited joy}
.¤**¤.¸.¤**¤..¤ **¤ .¸.¤**¤...¤**¤.¸.¤**¤..¤ **¤ .
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The Government made me black.
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