Poetry

Bhaiya, Malhar Sunao

He slowly opened his eyes, and looked down at her. She seemed so peaceful and satisfied as if all her

The Bombing

A temporary replica of Ka’aba was recreated for the occasion.

What Went Wrong With Devdas

all poetry should make sense in terms of the living experience

Poetry

That Whore

'Angraizi chummi?…ughh… that is gross' she raised her eyebrows 'you didn't tell me that…'

Am I Insane?

Let me tell you about myself. I have a law degree, and got married straight out of University. My Prince

Muharram 10: ’Ashura: Commemorating Imam Hussain- The Prince of Martyrs

A translation of a section from Jami’s Shawâhid al Nabuwwah

Inzi Post-Bob: An Interview

... You are good Muslim. Here, have a Pepsi! ...

Mapping Karachi’s Charms and Contradictions

Kamila Shamsie spoke about ‘spider-plants’, the literary scene in Pakistan, an absence of ‘stone throwing fundamentalists’ in her

Madame Noor Jehan and Urdu’s Best Song Ever

A tribute to the Malikah-e-Tarannum.

His Hurry

I had my gut punched for being brown

Three Tales Of Sufi Wisdom

Rumi smiled back and said, “This is something which you do not know!”

Poetry

Maut Ka Kuwaan (Well of Death)

A pimp, two eunuchs, a maulvi, and a new 100 rupee note

The Red Dress

With the mountainous weight of forty-three years

Autobiography of a Forgotten Indian

Our story is set in 13th century Delhi

A Classical Revival?

Set up in the early 1970s during the ZA Bhutto years the PIA Arts Academy was meant to promote Pakistani

Midnight's Knights?

Both Rushdie and Naipaul belong to the streets. They are clinging to roots they have no claims over.