“What was something you believed all through childhood, and found out was false,” my son asked. There were many, but how about this one. . . .
Read moreEnd of an Era
Aurangzeb
The era of my parent’s family has come to an end. It wasn’t the passing of my father, my mother, my aunt, or my grandparents. It was the death of our housekeeper. Aurangzeb was not born into our family, but he was as much as part of our family as any of us.
Read moreDon't Call Me By My Name
“Sabeeha Baji, let me ask you. . .. ,” Uzma Jafri said. “I cannot address you as Sabeeha or my lips will burn.”