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
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
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!
Nida Khan Writes 