O Pakistan

O Pakistan, wherever life way take me, you will always be where my story began. You will always be the land where I was born, where I spent a beautiful childhood. You will always be the land that gave me an identity. You will always be where most of our families and many of our friends live. I will always relate to your people, your places, your sights, your sounds and your smells. For the rest

Stories from Pakistan.

Now that we have settled in a bit with Ramazan1, I’m back with an exciting post. A little more than a week ago we found out that my mom’s book got published in the US by Rosedog Books. We got a glimpse at the first copies in print and as you can imagine it was such a proud day for our family, mA2. ‘This book is a refreshing glimpse into the life of people in Pakistan today. Seen through the eyes

I am Malala.

What a proud moment. I could feel a lump in my throat as I heard this brave little girl, standing in front of the UN general assembly on Friday and speaking up so beautifully. Today I am proud. If you don’t know her story, here is a brief version. And incase you missed it, here is her full speech. I loved how she said, ‘we realize the importance of light when we see darkness. We realize the

To grandparents and the endless memories.

Picture Credits: Waliya Najib, my sweet sister.

It was my grandparents wedding anniversary some days ago, and it reminded me of their beautiful love story that one day I will write about. But also that I have never talked about these two biggest inspirations of my and my family’s life. My nana jaan and my nani jaan1 have made us what we are today. Without them in our lives, and without the

On troubled times, fear and hope.

It feels like I’m doing these posts almost every week. Just a few days ago this happened and then yesterday a tragedy of another kind back in Pakistan. Tourists were targeted and killed in an area thought to be much safer than the rest, and known to be one of the most beautiful in the country. My heart goes out to those that lost their loved ones. It is heartbreakingly sad. This attack

Baluchistan, I feel your pain.

Deeply saddened by what happened in Baluchistan1 yesterday and my heart literally hurts. The burning down of Jinnah’s2 historic residence in Ziarat where he spent his last days, followed by the attack on a bus carrying female students killing 11 of those girls on the spot. The tragedy continued as terrorists blew up explosives at the hospital where the injured were being taken to, took hostages