Actually, it’s called Mock Shaadi. Shaadi is Urdu for wedding. . . I had heard of mock trials, mock courts, mock whatever, but a mock wedding!
Read moreWhat Hasn't Changed in Pakistan
The culture of hospitality. It has survived the onslaught of terrorist attacks, robberies, pandemics and every fear that threatens to chip away at trust and an open-arms attitude. Let me share a story.
Read moreI Was Wrong About It
“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 moreHand Made Tale
“You are now old enough to stitch your own clothes,” Mummy said.
I was twelve. Mummy took the fabric she had bought for my shalwar qameez. She lay it flat on the dining table, folding it lengthwise.
End 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 moreArt or Betrayal?
The love stories are beautiful and moving. Always, except this Sunday.
Don'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.”