There was a dust storm last night. I’d like to believe Ammi (my Nani) sent new Ambiyaan (Raw Mangoes) from her garden for me. I opened my albums for a picture and the first was that of my Motia plant I had in Karachi sitting on my patio. Ammi ne bhaija
Amman (Mother) sent me a long message with truckloads of prayers this morning. My khala sent me raw mangoes, my father instilled grooming basics in me and my quarantine legs remind me of him every single day.

Kitni maayein hein? They’d say.
Bohot hein bhai. Bohot hein.

Each One a Superb One.

Blessed as I am to have an entire trail of women and men who raised me to be who I am, Mother’s Day goes out to each one of them who held me while I cried. Who picked me up after every downfall in life and who will still call me and without fail ask “Kya kar rahi ho” even if the city was on fire.

Ammi chali gayiin. Legacy chhorr gayiin.

Thank you Ammi. For your daughters, for the ambiyaan, for the motia, for my toddler who I am convinced has brought back part of your soul, and for the “Kya kar rahi ho” as if that is only the reason you people call. 🤦🏽‍♀️

Love you my Mothers. May your annoying habits forever live with us. Aamiin Summ Aamiin