My Beautiful Rizwan

Such was the overpowering presence in my life, of Rizwan - my husband, my friend, my soulmate, my

Poetry

La Excepcion (The Exception)

But time is not binary

Short Story

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.

Short Story

That Whore

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

Narrative

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.

Am I Insane?

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

Three Tales Of Sufi Wisdom

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

A Classical Revival?

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

Short Story

The Red Dress

With the mountainous weight of forty-three years

Jaane kahan gaye voh din!

But a new generation of the young and restless cine fans had replaced the old generation and they had neither

Short Story

Maut Ka Kuwaan (Well of Death)

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

Novellete

His Hurry

I had my gut punched for being brown

Midnight's Knights?

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