T Hassan

T Hassan

The author is a writer, dreamer, social activist and a Communications Major at California State University. She does Social Media and Marketing for various non-profit organizations and blogs at tabzy.wordpress.com/

Your daughter is beautiful and she has the right to know it!

Today my daughter and son ran up to me, their eyes dancing with excitement. “Mama!” Mishaal* spluttered “I found an acorn! Me and Raami* are going to dig the mud and grow an acorn tree with it.” With every word, her tongue made an ‘ssssssssss’ sound at the end as the air swished out from the gap where her two front teeth used to be. She gave me a huge toothless smile. I laughed and hugged her tight and said “You are so beautiful” She smiled wider, “Mama you always think that”, and then bounced out to grow their acorn tree, with Raami in tow. It’s funny, ever ...

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Lahore, how I love thee

I may not have seen the whole world yet, But I have seen a lot of it. Sure, I left my heart in Paris, Yes I lost my self, Wandering the sloping streets of San Francisco True, my mind found solace at the top of Mont Blanc Yet, my soul will always belong to Lahore The city that still captivates me, like no other Maybe I’m biased; maybe it is nostalgia, But when I am in Lahore, my soul is alive, The whole city pulsates with unabashed life The sounds of New York, The lights of Hollywood, Even the grandiose of Las Vegas, Nothing, Nothing compares to this city of my childhood, The city where my soul ...

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Moments before death

 Screeching tires. A blood curdling scream. A crash. Silence. Laughter. Small hands holding on tight. The world going round and round. Grass. Hair. A hill. Joy. Sirens. Whispers. A touch. A look. Bliss. Running. “Mommy, catch me!” Feet stomping. Squeals of delight. A hug. Beep. Beep. Beep. Sunset. Sand. Water. Family. Serenity. “We are going to lose her.” Light. And peace. No to-do lists. No important business. No homework. No rush to conquer the world. The few seconds, in which her life flashed before her eyes, carried just one thing- the purest moments of simply ‘being’. Exhale… Read more by ...

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Unfathomable is He

When I was a kid, The mere existence of God, A being so Mighty, so Big, That it lived up in the skies, Far away from my tiny little world, Used to make my head spin. It still makes my head spin today. I still do not know how to understand Him, Or find Him. I do not claim to be a religious person, I rarely pray. Yet, there is something about being around nature, That makes me feel close to Him. It is a holy experience for me. For me, prayer is, sitting under a tree. Feeling the scales of an old weathered ...

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That is my child

My child stands at the corner of the street, in tattered clothes, smelling of rotten fish, selling fragrant flowers to you.  You scrunch up your nose; throw the money at him and grab the flowers, making sure your hands don’t touch his.  That filthy, smelly child is my child. My child, in the chill of December, cleans your car with his calloused hands. His hands look older than your 70-year-old father’s, cracked and hard from the lifetime they have suffered in such a short period. You pay him a few cents and tell him to get lost as you zoom off. That ...

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