By Enid Parker
Whenever Christmas season comes around, there’s one book from my collection I have to re-read… Little Women. One of my favourite classics, Little Women was written by American author Louisa May Alcott and originally published in two volumes in 1868 and 1869. Because the story of Little Women begins with Jo March and her sisters Beth, Amy and Meg having a funny, sweet and heartfelt conversation on Christmas Eve, it always strikes a chord and envelops me with warmth during this time of year.
Continue reading What makes Little Women a festive fave
By Sami ha Zen
It was 2012 New Year’s Eve. My identity crisis was at its peak. I wanted to go beyond being someone’s daughter or sibling. I made a huge announcement — start from scratch. And did I? Yes, before the end of January, I cancelled my UAE visa and by March, I’d set foot in a strange country to start my dream life. My parents were shocked. No one, not even extended relatives, had ever thought of moving beyond the UAE. This was the land that we had our familial ties with since the ’50s and no one dared to break the cord. I felt empowered with my newfound independence.
Continue reading Why you shouldn’t make long-term resolutions
By Rohma Sadaqat
How do you say goodbye to something that has been part of your life for so long?
The short answer to that is that you don’t, and the long answer is some variation of the phrase, “it’s complicated”. What am I talking about here? Well, recently, I got the chance to attend the premiere of Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker. Ask any Star Wars fan about their plans for the winter break and chances are that they will tell you that December means a Star Wars movie is going to hit the theatres. It is all we can think and talk about in the months leading up to the release; I am pretty sure that I have quite a few long-suffering friends, who had to sit through many a lunch hour with me discussing theories and all things Star Wars. Continue reading This may be goodbye to Star Wars, but the Force will always be with me
By Bikram Vohra
Then I was in my teens, I got my first wallet and my mother put some money in it as a sign of forever prosperity because we, in our part of the world, believe so. That prophecy didn’t quite come true largely because I never got used to putting money in my wallet. I will put it in different pockets, stick it in my blazer, shove it into a side pocket of my jeans — I just don’t like to put cash in my wallet. This is kind of crazy, I admit, since that is the aim of wallets. But I have this irrational belief that if I put money in the wallet and it gets stolen there goes the money. There must be some of us out there who feel likewise and though our numbers won’t be large, who is to say we are not making sense. Also, imagine the thief’s face when he opens it and finds zilch… this scenario affords me a very warm and fuzzy feeling. Ha, ha, ha! Fooled you! Continue reading If I had a wallet…
By Enid Parker
As I sat on a wooden bench sipping black coffee and watching the sun rise in all its glory on a chilly October morning, I experienced a strange kind of calm. I had no thoughts of what I must do next, and no recollections or regrets from the past. In that moment, all that existed was the moment itself – one of pure beauty and joy, the kind that only nature can provide. I also felt at home. Which was strange, considering we were hundreds of miles away from our home, Dubai. Continue reading Once upon a cottage in Serbia…
By Suresh Pattali
If your wife doesn’t cook for you at home, cook for yourself. You are not in a restaurant, you are in a relationship.” This is one of the menacing quotes I typically receive on WhatsApp. It comes almost every day, as if my wife has complained to a battalion of her female friends, and mine, about her husband’s familial mannerisms and they ganged up to teach me a lesson on her behalf. I didn’t give a damn until my own beloved daughter jumped on the bandwagon. Continue reading To cry or to laugh is the dilemma
By Sami ha Zen
I never knew there was an apostrophe protecting society until it closed down two weeks ago. Well, I was never a fan of that hanging notation either. When everything else out there stays neat like a line of ants, and why does apostrophe jump up to distort the rhythm?
Continue reading Mess with my writing style and you’ll end up in a comma