It was a typical, Monday morning as I forced myself to sip on the tasteless, instant coffee to stay awake. Suddenly, an email popped up on my screen that changed everything (dramatic, I know - but it really did). The college where I work was taking students on a trip as part of architect Zain Mustafa's... Continue Reading →
It wasn't everyday that a movie on rape is released in Pakistan. Nor was it everyday that I would go to watch a Pakistani movie, which was probably only once before in my life. Growing up in Saudi Arabia, I wasn't exposed to the Pakistani film industry as much nor was I particularly interested in... Continue Reading →
Today was my father's first day at his part time job in Pakistan. It felt surreal when I saw him this morning with a collar shirt, tie and his brown leather briefcase. The memories of our 25 years in Riyadh were flashing through my mind as I watched him cutting walnuts into his cereal bowl... Continue Reading →
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