What My Morning Milk Knows...

I don’t take tea.

Never have.

They call it an elixir,bt I guess my heart chose milk instead.Warm, plain, honest. Like a childhood that refused to grow up ccompletelyAnd honestly? I’ve made peace with bein called a milk baby. It’s a name I wear like a soft rug on a cold momorning.

Each day, my morning starts with it,sometimes in a glass, sometimes whirled into a smoothie wid strawberries,or whatever little joy I find in my fridge.That creamy blend? It’s more than breakfast. It’s comfort. It’s care. It’s a kind of memory stitched into taste.

And somewhere in dat quiet, before d world wakes up properly,I think of Afghanistan.❤️

I wasn’t raised there,bt it runs in my veins, in my name, in d lullabies once hummed by women who waited at window.There’s this longing…nt loud, not tearful,bt consconstan

A wish to walk d valleys of Bamyan one day.To see hw d sun climbs its mountains n hides behind them at dusk....To hear water giggle in its brooks, see d wind play wid wheat fields, feel d dust under my palms...

I’ve nevr been.Bt my roots whisper stories.Of resilience. Of beauty dat survives.And evry time I sip my morning milk,I quietly send a prayer:

For d land to breathe freely again.

For little girls to walk to school without fear.

For laughter to return to village courtyards....

For skies above #Kabul❤️ to feel safer than shadoshadows.

They say a drink can hold memory.Mine holds identity....

Fitness may shape my body bt my rituals shape my soul.

I may nevr write policy or give speeches,bt dis little routine,this smoothie,this milk,is my soft resistance.... My daily anchor...My whisper of home.

So, yes,I’m a #milkbaby.

An Afghan girl wid strawberries in her blender and prayers on her lips....

And one day, inshallah, I’ll watch d sun rise ovr Bamyan,nt through someone else’s lens,bt wid my own wide eyes.eyes

Its a long-thought blog after a long gap.....Hope it reflects me d way, I truly am.😊 Simple, soft n soul-tied to my roots....

#Afghanistan is my soul and how can I escape its thought!

Lemme know if this hit somewhere or just left you cold. A comment won’t hurt 😌