Drama over the Karakurams Thanks for sharing your experiences on Chowk.

Naila May her soul rest in peace, Amen .

My Pakistan Diary: A Bus Trip Like No Other I am looking forward to reading next part of your trip :)

Fancy a Wedding? I always found myself suffocating while attending desi wedding ceremonies. All unnecessary rituals and splendors appeared unbearable to me. I intend to set an ultimate example of simplicity on my marriage. Either larki bhaga kar lay jaoon ga or I shall invite only 100 people. I would rather jump off a plane (with dulhan and molvi sahib to do ‘Qabool hay Qabool hay’ in the air with parachutes on) than indulging in all those gota kinaraz…

Making Waves in the Sky #27

Yes, GIS means Geographical Information Systems.

A Suitable Boy couldn`t agree more with # 55 by Irfan :)

Making Waves in the Sky Nazar Sahib, I have read your story when you were flying over Karakoram Mountains and your brand new fighter aircraft ran out of fuel because of a massive leakage. That was a close miss. A pilot’s life involves so many risks. You should post that story on Chowk too.

Strange Tales of a Strange House - Al-Kausar Most milkmen have Yamaha 100CC motorcycles in Pakistan :))
``We would try to get up or move and find ourselves paralyzed; unable to turn, unable to scream``......Entity Attacks :?

Amma and the Clock Thanks for a good read.

My Nani Jaan, was a chalti phirti alarm clock for me. She became my roommate after my elder brother left Pakistan for Canada. During my exam days, she used to wake me up at tahajjud-time for the last revision of my exam. In other days, I was forced by her to offer prayers five times a day. I always woke up hearing her reciting Quran in my room. She was the best roommate.

She is alive and in good shape mash’Allah. Unfortunately, she can’t read anymore.

Regards
Ahmed

Birth Of A Nation Nice...can`t wait for the second part.

Thinking of Home good one :)