Baghdad Lullaby

They say the price of war is never cheap ...

Narrative

Visiting Khuzdar

I was surprised to see the participants already there. From my past experiences I had learned that it was always

The Ultimate Betrayal

She sobbed as he put his hands around her and whispered in a hushed voice, “Don’t cry honey, I am

Short Story

Anything But Vacant

I would like some thighs, cut the fat, I want it lean

Satire

Compounding Tragedy by Mourning Methods

Instead of cooperation and cohesive planning after the bomb blasts, there is a feeling of chaos, aimless anger and disarray

Poetry

Dessert

Come.
I want a bitter taste of you.
Bring.
I want to ride the shallow depths of you.

Short Story

Yavanika

Yavanika – “yauvan ki rani” literally the queen of youth

Poetry

Poem Number New Year

I am still in my skin

Bas itna sa pyar...

MUJHEY BAS YEH KEHNA THA MUJHEY PYAR HAI KITNA...

How’s It Gonna Be

He saw her, recognized her – and turned away. Time doesn’t stop, background voices don’t fade away. But they did.

Suspended Questions

Very perturbed, and barely hanging on to my sanity, I feel I could give a leg and an arm to

Indian Classical Music in Lahore

The Society for Promotion of Indian Classical Music And Culture Amongst Youth (SPIC MACAY) in its desire to spread its

Translation

The Last Moments of Zulfikar Ali Bhutto

Mr. Bhutto’s back was almost touching the floor while he was being brought out of the cell. The lower part

Regarding the Stupid White Men

Subjugation and domination of others, is part of the human psyche

Play

Acidity - Novellete Part I

A novelette zigzagging along an addict’s (heroinchie’s) pathological observations of the bleak and absurd comedy of 21st century’s social and

Poetry

Letter from a Soldier

What would that soldier, captured by the Serbs, say?