Originally posted as a note on July 9, 2013 Erum; a truly sweetheart of a person, whom I call ‘Paroo’; as in punjabi; someone lovebale’. It was 1985, when my mom walked me to the Pakistan Embassy School in Jeddah, and left me a class room called ‘1 B’, to start my school years. My feeling were mixed with excitement and fear, considering I was up since 4 am to get ready for school that day. I walked into a room of girls just like me, small and excited, and started my journey of 8 beautiful years, making friends, having water fights, ganging up againstRead More →