Aik Aur Taweel Sham, Shabe-e-Gham mein Dhul Gai,Kul Raat Bahut Kathan Guzri... Andharay ko Orre Mein, Subh ka Intezar Kurta RahaJub Suraj Ubhra to Aankhen Jhulas GaiyeenNa Roshni Mili, Na Andhera RahaBus Aik Tapish si Rah gai.... ایک اور طویل شام، شبِ غم میں ڈھل گئیرات بہت کٹھن گزری۔۔۔اندھیرے کو اوڑھے میں، صبح کا انتظار... Continue Reading →
Unsaid, Unheard, Unwritten, Unfinished…
These are some ramblings of an aching heart and perhaps a noisy mind. The sympathetic resonance generated from the vibrations of the hearts of my parents who were like the primary strings of a sitar, and I am the tarab string now vibrating from their remnant resonance. It dawned on me that the meaning of... Continue Reading →
Lessons Learned From Amazing Teachers at Razia’s Eden
A Celebration of Nature I had this epiphany while helplessly watching old avocado trees inevitably accept their slow demise. From what I know of the trees, we were both in our fifth decade, but most of them had seen and lived better days long before I got acquainted with them. They were already in need... Continue Reading →
A tribute to a mentor, a friend, a teammate, a coach and always a teacher.
I woke up to the news of Brother Geoffrey's demise via Dhushy's text message that he had received from our dear friend Edward (aka Papps) in Malta. I forwarded it to some DLS friends, my brother Salman, Najmi, Faizi, and a few more. My heart sank with the realization and hesitant acceptance of what is... Continue Reading →
Iftaar, like no other…
If the first Ramzan started during the summer holidays, it would almost be 6:00am when most of us would go to bed after sehri. By 10:00am the humidity and Karachi heat would set the tone for the day. In between prayers, interspersed with reciting Quran, or sleeping, the goal was to maintain enough strength to... Continue Reading →
Longing For The Crescent Moon
Allah O Akbar, Allaaaaah O Akbar, ….. The melodious call to maghrib prayer begins just before the setting sun. A continuation of asynchronous series of azan from the nearest mosque to the farthest would linger on as many prepared for salat. This was the norm all across Karachi, however, the last maghrib of the month... Continue Reading →
It was an island we left behind, but never really left …
My dear companions from De La Salle College, circa 1975 - 1979. Our experiences are shared, though our stories are not. I wrote this on my return from a visit to Malta in 2017. The desire to reconnect with those who touched my life in more ways than I knew or they would know has... Continue Reading →
Shamo Miyan Kay Haan
Recollection of a Sunday Morning at Dr. Zoha's home. Flavors that remind me of home, my comfort foods, are my childhood connection with my dearest mother. A soft malleable dough made with “maida” wheat flour, high in gluten and elasticity to stretch just enough, is ideal for making a small, round, symmetrical disc, that is... Continue Reading →
