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Leaving The Country.


As you read these words, I am most likely standing in a museum in Madrid, marvelling at the works of Picasso and Dali.

Being able to travel the world alone is a dream that I have had since my father handed me my first atlas. I remember opening up the pages, admiring different continents, feeling captivated by the glory of an omnipresent world. I wanted to see it all, experience the intricacies of every culture, explore each monument of our forsaken ancestors, feel the presence of someone else’s earth beneath my soles.

Having grown up within the restraints of Pakistani culture where the mere thought of a woman travelling alone is undignified, the likelihood of me being able to do these things has always been non-existent. After fighting this for a myriad of years, to grasp even just a fragment of my independence, I think that it took completely falling apart for everyone and myself to realise just how much I needed it.

Two weeks ago, I decided that I wanted to go to Madrid. I booked myself onto a flight and left five days later.

You are reading this in the future so I cannot write whether or not I loved it, but what I can say is that I tried. I suppose that the triumph is sometimes in the attempt. 

I have scheduled blog posts for the time that I am away but will update you upon my return.

2 comments

  1. i've always wanted to travel, i just cant afford it yet so i only get to explore locally (within philippines). i can hear from ur words how strong you are, never give up ur dreams just because tradition limits you. everyone has their rights to chase their dreams and follow their shooting stars (regardless where it's heading). ALWAYS SMILE!

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  2. Wow, I am very happy for you. Share some pictures!! <3

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