The Fall

I used to have such a round full face as a child. Plump red cheeks, the sort of face that aunties kiss and uncles pinch. So why is it that in every picture I see of myself I am frowning deeply, so very serious?

Outside Looking In

She asks about the way – robbers, road conditions, ETA. The drivers and local staff inform her that there have been robberies on the way and the town itself has a ‘dangerous reputation’...

The Thirteenth Hour

She could never survive without me; she could not withstand my trials and tribulations, she must leave before I make my final exit.

• Partition Stories
• Immigrant Stories
• Search for Identity
• Social Justice
• Tracing Roots
• Its a Connected World
• Student Life
• Childhood Memories
• Travel Stories
• Dealing with Loss (Death)

• Pakistan's Struggle for Democracy
• The Indian Story
• Indo-Pak Relations
• Personal Narratives
• Religion Today
• War on Terror
• Role of Media
• Call for Social Change
• Hold Them Accountable
• Environment and Us
• Way of Life

• Swat Calls For Civil Society to Act
• In Search of Political Will: Fight Against Militants in Swat
• In memory of the Swat valley
• The Nightmare Must End
• In Honor of the Heroes of Swat