Emotions/Jazbaat

There is a particular kind of loneliness that comes from feeling something you cannot name. It sits in the chest, unmoving, refusing to become a sentence. You carry it through ordinary days — through rickshaw rides, through conversations that almost say the thing but don’t until, if you are lucky, or stubborn enough, you find a way to let it out.

Emotions / جذبات exists because a group of writers decided to try.

Twenty writers said yes to that honesty: Areeba Rasool, Areeba Syed, Areesha Awais, Dua Ilyas, Esha Sadaqat, Ghazala Ishaq, Haniya Ali, Hiba Babar Bhatti, Hira Zunair, Hamna Surosh, Humna Khalid, Hunaina Sharif, Isbah Maazuddin, Minahil Tariq, Talhah Ibraheem, Ome Farwa, Qandeel Akhtar, Shahtaj Khan, Syeda Sidra Tul Muntaha Shah, and Zarish. Each of them trusted this space with something real.

Some of these pieces will feel instantly familiar — a grief you recognize, a longing you’ve had no word for until now. Others will show you an emotion from an angle you’ve never stood at before. Together, they form something rarer than a theme: a room where feeling is not something to manage or explain away, but something worth simply putting down on paper.

To every writer in these pages: thank you for your honesty, and for trusting this space with the parts of yourselves that don’t usually make it out loud.

And to you, the reader, I hope you find at least one piece here that makes you feel a little less alone.