Le podcast qui parle de la dispora pakistanaise en France
I know Mum will respect my choice. The bleu tomb stone would be her choice. I know Baba will fill the forms. And burry me as soon it can be done. I know they will write a pretty couplet, Bring me flowers and burst in tears. I know they will come regularly for some days. …
When she was three Was labeled abnormal. Unable to feed herself, Unable to walk, Unable to give my smiles back. Disabled, my child. I cried a lot that time. Secretly went mad. But then, there was she, My lovely offspring. Unable to express her love to me. Unable to enjoy her life. Unable to make …