Minimum wage at a sewing factory the air thick with the smell of cheap dye and the determination of making ends meet
raising three kids alone in a foreign country where no one speaks your mother tongue
breaking down the wall of cultural restraints so your daughter could pursue her dreams giving her the freedom to soar even if it meant caging yours
our favourite meals even after a long, hard day the embracing aroma of spices as we enter the house insisting you are not hungry so we could have the last bite
falling asleep to the lullaby of your voice reading through the crinkled pages of Urdu stories
your endless, fearless support as we grew up if only we could see ourselves through your eyes
for what you have endured, words canβt express your resilience, your courage, your love