Most of the battle. We are all refugees from our childhoods. And so we turn, among other things, to stories. To write a story, to read a story, is to be a refugee from the state of refugees.
[...] e quando usciva l'anziana signora aveva la sensazione di essere emigrata anche lei, che tutti emigriamo anche se restiamo nella stessa casa per tutta la vita, perché non possiamo evitarlo.Siamo...
When my turn came, I said I hoped one day to be the dictator of an Islamic republic with nuclear capability; the others appeared shocked, and I was forced to explain that I had been joking.
There is in such situations usually a moment of passion during which the unthinkable is said; this is followed by a sense of euphoria at finally being liberated; the world seems fresh, as if seen for...
Saeed went with his father to pray on the first Friday after the curfew's commencement, and Saeed prayer for peace and Saeed's father prayed for Saeed and the preacher in his sermon urged all the cong...
Saeed admired his foreman, the foreman having that sort of quiet charisma that young men often gravitate towards, part of which lay in the native man's not seeming the least interested in being admire...
Our coerced silence is the weapon that has been sharpened and brought to our throats.This is why Nawaz Sharif’s statement in defence of Ahmadis met with such an angry response. Because the heart of th...
Is getting filthy rich still your goal above all goals, your be-all and end-all, the mist-shrouded high-altitude spawning pond to your inner salmon?
I thought about this. As I have already told you, I did not grow up in poverty. But I did grow up with a poor boy’s sense of longing,
Time only moves in one direction. Remember that. Things always change.
They stood and pulled off their robes, facing each other, and underneath both were wearing jeans and sweaters, there being a nip in the air tonight, and his sweater was brown and loose and hers was be...
The effect doors had on people altered as well. Rumors had begun to circulate of doors that could take you elsewhere, often to places far away, well removed from this death trap of a country. Some peo...
She was struggling against a current that brought her inside herself.
Saeed was certain he was in love. Nadia was not certain what exactly she was feeling, but she was certain it had force. Dramatic circumstances, such as those in which they and other new lovers in the...
Saeed wanted to feel for Nadia what he had always felt for Nadia, and the potential loss of this feeling left him unmoored, adrift in a world where one could go anywhere but still find nothing.
Polite?I said, less than radiant with joy. She smiled. I don't mean it that way, she said. Not being polite. Respectful polite. You give people their space. I really like that. It's unusual
Like Manhattan? Yes, precisely! And that was one of the reasons why for me moving to New York felt- so unexpectedly- like coming home. But there were other reasons as well: the fact that Urdu was spok...
In Pakistan, my friends and family are frightened, as they should be when the
I feel the illusion I’ve twirled around me like a sari start to come undone and fall to my feet.
Le personalità non hanno un unico immutabile colore, come il bianco o il blu, ma sono come schermi illuminati, e le sfumature che proiettiamo dipendono da ciò che ci circonda
