The Art of Evasiveness

My name is Saleha Hamid. I am 22 years old. Currently enrolled as a marketing student in Lahore School of Economics.
Edhi once said, “No religion is greater than humanity.” I love to help others. It is also the reason why I choose to be a part LSE Social Welfare Society. My friends often tease me by calling me Mother Teresa haha.

My mother is my role model. She is someone who has always instilled in me to help and to forgive others without expecting the same in return. She is someone with a heart of gold and I try to follow into her footsteps as much as I can. But often times, I won’t lie, I falter. I am just a child, after all.

Life has taught me some valuable lessons, many heartbreaks along the way, but all these obstacles along the way have made me the better person that I am today, everyday.

They say you are what you eat. If I could be a food, I’d be a mango. I’d be chunky yet funky hehe. Jokes apart, I love to bake and cook for my friends and family. While others read, this has always been my favourite pastime. Cupcakes, anyone?


I love to travel. I never truly understood the word ‘wanderlust’ until I went on a trip to Dubai with my 6 best friends once school was finally over. It was an other worldly rush of adrenaline all over me. It was a short trip, but it was definitely a big milestone in my life. I had been independent for the first time in my life. And I knew it would be okay. 

I am absolutely obsessed with makeup, with mascaras and lipsticks being my top pick. It’s a disease! I can’t stop!

I have always been sporty and am currently a member of the LSE official girls volleyball team as well. It wasn’t something I had decided upon but all the childhood sport fights with my younger brother helped and paid off when I started playing volleyball in my free slots, and it eventually became my favorite sport, after cricket.  I love hiking as well and have taken various trips with my father who share the same passion.

I am almost never serious. Or always too serious. I overthink, yet I don’t. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, or too cold hearted. I am never here, nor there. I don’t know what grey is, I never did. I let myself feel it all nevertheless. Yet I never show.