Sehwan is everything that contemporary Pakistan is not. It is tolerant. It is inclusive. It does not impose religion.
When violence is tolerated and dissent is crushed, it’s not the pen but the gun that would write the future.
An uninvited death is always a tragedy, not a sacrifice.
The Sabri brothers smiled watching their audience enraptured, they knew their legacy was fantastically familiar to them.
"How do you guys celebrate new year in Pakistan in line with Islamic principles?" a German friend asked me...
When the living refuse to speak, the dead talk. Are you listening?
It was when the windows of my dorm shook with the sound of a suicide blast in 2008 that I fell in love with Lahore.
Our children are the new front of the war — all our children. Those who die and those who kill.
We live in a world where the battlefield is not a place anymore, but a condition.
When it comes to tragedy, the memory can overshadow the event itself. Memory is human, all too human. History is not.
The figure of the displaced is enough to put a question mark over the claim that the world is a safer place today.
If there is a single abbreviation that defines the nature of new media discourse, it is 'RIP'.
No so-called paradigm shift in the state's policy can take away the scars and stigmas of this 'otherness'.
We 'opine' without knowing and compensate for what we don't know by manipulating what little we do.
This is not a war between Sunnis and Shias or between Ajam and Arab. It is simply an act of dynastic self-preservation.
Sufism is an inseparable part of life in Sindh. In Pakistan however, even day-to-day living is now an act of resistance.
This is not the West vs Islam. It never was.
Gods of the past must be questioned if the goddess of present is to smile. Pakistan, however, is still stuck in 1947.
Beyond the cosmetic eloquence of the talkers, truth, however, persists no matter how unwanted; soaked in crimson.
If there's anything more concerning than the Rawalpindi incident, its the nature of the discourse that stemmed from it.