Dada’s. Dadi’s. Ayesha Phupo’s. Baba’s. And some mine. I’ve always been in awe of Home Library at my parents’ home…. I open their books and trace my fingers across their names, hoping to feel them and capture the flood of memories associated with each name. I in IdrisA in AyeshaZ in Azra Each one of them … More My favourite library
So my older two.. R & R are both quite amused with my routine here in Lahore at my parents’ place. During breakfast Daughter remarked: “mama you’re really enjoying your break!” me: from what beta? “from the kitchen!” (Cue: surge of joy) Then later on son noticed how I was sitting relaxed reading a book … More This miracle is mine
‘Ewee what’s that smell?!’ A familiar outrage when our mothers or grandmothers cooked in Desi ghee (clarified butter). Those were fleeting interactions with the word ‘desi’ in my childhood. As I grew older, doctors began piping the benefits of eating pure and unadulterated food, so Desi (organic) chickens and eggs were now the rave. After … More My Journey: From Desi ‘Ghee(butter)’ to a Desi ‘Me’
If you are from Pakistan, a random suicide attack or a senseless bout of bloodshed are normal in all abnormal ways possible. Usually a few selected cities and areas are targeted and most part of the country goes on with life. However innocent blood is always shed and Pakistan is made out to be a … More O Canada, We immigrants stand on guard for thee!
Nida Khan Writes 