The epitaph read, “And she died, because they were too pretentious.” ‘She’ is the country we sing false praises of every year on 14th of August. ‘They’ are us. Imagine long forgotten, buried nations with tombstones showing how they died. If Pakistan were ever unfortunate enough to be wiped off, it would hardly be terrorist attacks, … More A tale of one country and its biggest sin
It’s a startling world we live in. Places, people and memories are more likely to be associated with blood-chilling incidents than peachy, frolicky wonder years of the past. Dejavu is no longer a pleasant subtle whiff of a relived moment. It’s a creepy nightmare we’ve all had over and over again. It is in-our-faces rude, … More Quetta bleeds, remembering tainted memories.
There is a lot that Pakistanis are known for. Hospitality. Simplicity. Big Hearts. Narrow minds. Hearty appetites. Superfluous emotions. Vengeance. Betrayal. Loyalty. Indifference. Empathy. Naivety. Shrewdness. Let’s just say we have a touch of everything in our colorful palate of vice and virtue. But there is something I wish we didn’t have. Fear of evil. So … More On this independence day, let us not celebrate, but speak up!
I was in Lahore last November. If I close my eyes now to relive some of the city’s glory, I wouldn’t know where to start. What do I remember? What do I smell? What do I taste? What do I miss? For me, as an immigrant, that is probably the single most difficult question. ‘What … More And I keep coming back to you, Lahore.
Nida Khan Writes 