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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 right, is ideal for making a small, round, symmetrical disc, deep-fried patiently... Continue Reading →