It all finally worked out, my wife’s hard work bore fruit, and she got a job in Surrey, more than two years ago. We also got pregnant at the same time as we moved to the UK, and life is been pretty fucking sweet since then.
There are those nasty bits from time to time, but for the most part, it’s been pretty fucking sweet.
Healing, in fact.
I’m finally becoming my own person.
And it looks like I am on my way to realizing my full potential.
I haven’t been writing though, so there’s a lot that I’ve contained within myself. I was just reading my old post The Evil Within Islam and was surprised at how angry I used to be. At the world, at Pakistan, at Muslims and at Islam.
Now I guess I just don’t care that much anymore? But I do still care.
It’s really nice to live in London, have multicultural friends, and have your own family with no bullshit to deal with on a day to day basis.
Perhaps this would be a good place to be (mentally) to start writing again. So here we are. It’s a start.
I will try to make it a habit to share a few thoughts every day and let’s see how it goes.