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An open letter to my English teacher

The first time I saw you was when you walked in our class almost two years ago, I’ll be honest my first thought was “wow such a tall teacher”lol. My second thought was “ yay(totally sarcastic) another teacher same rules same ritual of being told what to do and who to be(both notions that go against every fiber of my being)”.I wasn’t exited at all except a little maybe because I thought this teacher isn’t a lot older than we are, it’s obviously her first job and she’s definitely new here so that means less homework(boy was I wrong about that).

I remember we were doing a class activity that was basically everyone putting in their confessions anonymously and you reading them out and discussing those problems with us. I vividly remember one of the chits was a prank by a classmate who wrote “I don’t know what to do, my boyfriend doesn’t talk to me” and we all laughed because we as a society are hypocritical, almost everyone dates and yet we shame and mock one another and treat it as such a taboo like how a 13 yr old boy would react to seeing breasts for the first time in the pg 13 Titanic. I thought like all teachers you’d just ignore the confession or give us a lecture on how immoral dating is because obviously falling in love is immoral but raping your bride isn’t or how throwing acid on women’s faces and child marriage is totally moral but valentine’s day oh well that’s the real devil. Morality has a strange definition in our culture, doesn’t it? Anyway to not make this a rant I’ll proceed to say that to my surprise you actually discussed the issue, you gave advice on how we need to respect ourselves and walk out on relationships that are simply mental gymnastics of whether someone really deserves our time and love or are they in it with ulterior motives that lead to nothing but our own hearts being shattered into a gazillion pieces. In that moment I thought wow now that is someone I would not only love to learn from but also would like to get to know, at this point I was curious about who you were as a person and what led you to walk the doors of our class and our lives (creepy Fatima girl crush alert lmao).I knew one thing for sure that you weren’t just going to be my teacher, you were going to be my mentor! and don’t get me wrong I’ve had amazing teachers before too ,who too have been wonderful people but there has always been a huge generation gap that doesn’t exactly make me feel comfortable enough to talk to them about certain aspects of my life.

There are so many memories that have been made since then, like our discussion on women’s rights and how you opened to me the world of writing .Honestly I had never thought in my life about the impact writing has on the world. At this point I’d admit something that is by far my most self loathing truth which is that I had never read a book in my life before the age of 17 yes not even a single book and no not even the ladybird books when I was little, I had all those books but I only looked at the photos. It was August of 2015 that I finished my first book and that was around the same time you became our full time teacher, I had already just begun to fall in love with reading and you opened up a whole new writers’ world for me. I don’t know if you remember but I told you how you were inspiring me to write, I also vividly remember being in the common room and stalking your writings on your blog and one of the things that is still stuck with me is what you wrote about how a leader isn’t just a politician or a person in power but it could be anyone a writer, a painter or even a beggar on the street as long as the person makes you stand still and think. You did make me stand still and think! And I can’t thank you enough for that.

I didn’t know that there were progressive liberals and secularists besides me in my country (yes so up in my head right?).I didn’t know that there were Pakistanis out there that were real, genuine and brave about being different because either people are part of the crowd or they pretend to be but I didn’t know that there were people who could take ownership of themselves even in a society as disgusting and barbaric as ours.

I have read most of your rants on Facebook and I take from that, that you get a lot of judgment and filth thrown your way and I can imagine what kind it is too but I just want to say that screw all those haters who wish they were you, who wish they could spread their wings and breed freedom and those filthy lewd men who are afraid of you, who’re so scared that they are inclined to shame and shun you because they’re afraid you’ll ignite the flame of freedom in the hearts of their sisters, their wives or their girlfriends that they’ve caged for so long. I know I really can’t tell you anything that you don’t already know. So take this as a list of all the things that I as a young person and especially a Pakistani girl find admirable about you and think is worth celebrating.

You probably don’t know this but I’ve casually asked you so many personal things that bothered me or perplexed my mind. I can’t sum up everything that makes you dope, from your journey of losing your father to being a kikass daughter and sister to how I’m totally in love with your parents too (btw they’re my relationship goals) but here’s to the past two yrs and here’s to more yrs to come because no matter where I am, I promise I will bother you always.

Love Fatima.

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In the same history lessons where I was told to detest the British colonizers that colonized India,I was also told that barbaric and filthy invaders like Muhammad bin Qasim and Mahmud Ghaznavi that raped India were my heroes.

Reflections of someone who's tired of bullshit, lies and hypocrisy

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By giving rights to those who will at any chance they get take your rights away from you,you commit the genocide of your own freedoms

Reflections of a daughter of the Indian subcontinent

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I just...I love life,sure sometimes it's other people's but still.

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Me(When a guy is hot): So what if he loves that movie you hate?You like porn Fatima!how would you feel if he started judging your taste in films? Me(When the guy is not hot): Sure we have the same tastes but we don't have everything in common,his name isn't Fatima!

Reflections of a SouthAsian

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Like if you're just amazed at how amazing you are 😂

Reflections of a SouthAsian

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What is he to me?

Him:You're the Masala to my Chicken Tikka Masala You're the Ghalib to my Urdu You're the Jinnah to my Pakistan What am I to you? Me:Baby,you too are the toilet-paper to my ass😚😂

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An open letter to my English teacher

The first time I saw you was when you walked in our class almost two years ago, I’ll be honest my first thought was “wow such a tall teacher”lol. My second thought was “ yay(totally sarcastic) another teacher same rules same ritual of being told what to do and who to be(both notions that go against every fiber of my being)”.I wasn’t exited at all except a little maybe because I thought this teacher isn’t a lot older than we are, it’s obviously her first job and she’s definitely new here so that means less homework(boy was I wrong about that).

I remember we were doing a class activity that was basically everyone putting in their confessions anonymously and you reading them out and discussing those problems with us. I vividly remember one of the chits was a prank by a classmate who wrote “I don’t know what to do, my boyfriend doesn’t talk to me” and we all laughed because we as a society are hypocritical, almost everyone dates and yet we shame and mock one another and treat it as such a taboo like how a 13 yr old boy would react to seeing breasts for the first time in the pg 13 Titanic. I thought like all teachers you’d just ignore the confession or give us a lecture on how immoral dating is because obviously falling in love is immoral but raping your bride isn’t or how throwing acid on women’s faces and child marriage is totally moral but valentine’s day oh well that’s the real devil. Morality has a strange definition in our culture, doesn’t it? Anyway to not make this a rant I’ll proceed to say that to my surprise you actually discussed the issue, you gave advice on how we need to respect ourselves and walk out on relationships that are simply mental gymnastics of whether someone really deserves our time and love or are they in it with ulterior motives that lead to nothing but our own hearts being shattered into a gazillion pieces. In that moment I thought wow now that is someone I would not only love to learn from but also would like to get to know, at this point I was curious about who you were as a person and what led you to walk the doors of our class and our lives (creepy Fatima girl crush alert lmao).I knew one thing for sure that you weren’t just going to be my teacher, you were going to be my mentor! and don’t get me wrong I’ve had amazing teachers before too ,who too have been wonderful people but there has always been a huge generation gap that doesn’t exactly make me feel comfortable enough to talk to them about certain aspects of my life.

There are so many memories that have been made since then, like our discussion on women’s rights and how you opened to me the world of writing .Honestly I had never thought in my life about the impact writing has on the world. At this point I’d admit something that is by far my most self loathing truth which is that I had never read a book in my life before the age of 17 yes not even a single book and no not even the ladybird books when I was little, I had all those books but I only looked at the photos. It was August of 2015 that I finished my first book and that was around the same time you became our full time teacher, I had already just begun to fall in love with reading and you opened up a whole new writers’ world for me. I don’t know if you remember but I told you how you were inspiring me to write, I also vividly remember being in the common room and stalking your writings on your blog and one of the things that is still stuck with me is what you wrote about how a leader isn’t just a politician or a person in power but it could be anyone a writer, a painter or even a beggar on the street as long as the person makes you stand still and think. You did make me stand still and think! And I can’t thank you enough for that.

I didn’t know that there were progressive liberals and secularists besides me in my country (yes so up in my head right?).I didn’t know that there were Pakistanis out there that were real, genuine and brave about being different because either people are part of the crowd or they pretend to be but I didn’t know that there were people who could take ownership of themselves even in a society as disgusting and barbaric as ours.

I have read most of your rants on Facebook and I take from that, that you get a lot of judgment and filth thrown your way and I can imagine what kind it is too but I just want to say that screw all those haters who wish they were you, who wish they could spread their wings and breed freedom and those filthy lewd men who are afraid of you, who’re so scared that they are inclined to shame and shun you because they’re afraid you’ll ignite the flame of freedom in the hearts of their sisters, their wives or their girlfriends that they’ve caged for so long. I know I really can’t tell you anything that you don’t already know. So take this as a list of all the things that I as a young person and especially a Pakistani girl finds admirable about you and think is worth celebrating.

You probably don’t know this but I’ve casually asked you so many personal things that bothered me or perplexed my mind. I can’t sum up everything that makes you dope, from your journey of losing your father to being a kikass daughter and sister to how I’m totally in love with your parents too (btw they’re my relationship goals) but here’s to the past two yrs and here’s to more yrs to come because no matter where I am, I promise I will bother you always.

Love Fatima.

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The earth laughs in flowers.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via wordsnquotes)

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If our parents understood the worth of our dreams,there'd be less kids pouring tears,damping their programming books on a Friday night.

Reflections of a South Asian

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Bol ke lab Azaad hain teray

Faiz

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Mitti ki muhabbat mein hum ashuftah siron ne wo qarz utharay k wajib bhi nahi the

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I’ve always loved dark minds and deep thinkers and things not meant for me

i-always-miss-you  (via wnq-writers)

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Tomorrow I’ll probably and hopefully manage to post an essay on how I feel about narcissistic patriotism and how it’s dangerous

Reflections of a South Asian (via fatimanaeemahmed)

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Perfume shopping in the south of France 🌺

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Twinning with Ma in Rome❤️

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“You get better at looking at stars living in the south of France”