I can?t slaughter a goat but I can roast a leg of lamb.
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Last year, around this time, I was struggling. My Pakistani husband had moved back home to Lahore. We had both been living in New York so he could do his MBA. He graduated, our marriage failed, and I decided to enroll in a writing program online so I could stay in America on a student visa, which would buy me some time to figure out what the fuck I wanted to do with my life. I definitely didn’t want to go back to Pakistan, the Land of that Judgy Aunties and crappy infrastructure. I was working three jobs to cover rent and trying to write my novel at night. And that’s how I completely forgot about Bakra Eid, one of the biggest holidays in the Muslim year.
In my defense, I…
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