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Ayesha Irfan
Fingers entwined in brown threads, weaving emotions, deliberately tugging at roots. Impatience mounts, a shimmering pile on the ground.
The trigger remains elusive.
Was it the day hair succumbed to patriarchy? Childhood marred by unprocessed maternal trauma? First heartbreak? Or always the unnoticed burden? Did your 30 inches of hair invite Nazar?
All I know is the gradual balding and worsening snide remarks. How could anyone understand? The compulsion takes over, a relentless self-loathing, undiagnosed for the longest time, a silent battle within. Every strand pulled, a cry for relief. Navigating the labyrinth of self-acceptance, one thread at a time.
Writer is a student of English Literature at GC University, Lahore and writes fiction which depicts issues related to social and mental health. She can be reached at: ayesha.college.application@gmail.com
