Out of Sight

It was a fine morning of March 1963. Humayun was engrossed working in his office situated in Reagal. He was a successful businessman – a well known social-climber with all the success the previous sixteen years had given him.

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He was in the mosque that he had built and Amir Liaquat Hussain was leading the prayer – strangely, they were the only two people there. As soon as Amir said the final salam, Arsalan heard footsteps behind him. It was Aishwariya...

An introspective comparison of various Muslim societies

Emotional Solitude

My heart and my mind are two worlds apart,
But somehow, somewhere they will have to meet

A Paean to my Family

Chachijan -- one of my earliest memories is one of those spool tapes on which my father invites her to sing with the words “Azra Apa, ub aap” – and she sang the Ghalib ghazal “Nukta cheen hai” for she had a melodious voice an

Stargazing

Towering and insensate

Life

We live in denial and we gladly shoot the messenger with a new message. It is not because we are afraid of the message, but because we are appalled that someone would accept it. What we do not know makes us stronger and what we do know, makes us weak

Truth vs. Lie

Dear lie, I only have to read between the lines,
To find the words, you have missed out,
Amongst the wrong, the few rights brightly shine,
You whisper the truth, but lies you shout.

The Rift

Every time you turn around and walk away, the rift widens. One day, the image will lose itself in the galactic nebulae of your mind. You will remain forever trapped in your sordid sanctuary. A grotto lit only by the smoldering embers of a squandered imagi