Zahra Travels

Seven years later, its the food that still feels like home

In just four short days in Karachi, we ate our way through my childhood.

Sitting there, I almost felt like I was watching his memories play out in real-time, catching glimpses of his past from the sidelines.

This year was filled with moments that seemed to whoosh by. It’s on-brand of me to remember them tucked between the batshit crazy.

I wanted to use my severance for a long-term investment—like a boob job—but I ended up climbing Kilimanjaro.

My only job was to show up and be arm candy.

Knowing full well that solo travel cannot cure mental health issues, I decided to try it anyways.

Vancouver’s entire personality is shiny buildings that reflect nature to cloak its horrible drug problem and skyrocketing housing market.

Seeing my partner in his element reminded me of how different we are and how great that is.

Planning to go to Morocco? Here is everything you want to know, unfiltered.

When life gets hard, my go-to answer has always been to get a new life.