Posts Tagged: pakistan

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Why a Georgetown Professor Called Me a ‘Rabid’, ‘Vapid’ Occidentalist Moron

C. Christine Fair, of Georgetown University, calls me a racist moron and troll. Why?

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Why a Georgetown Professor Called Me a ‘Rabid’, ‘Vapid’ Occidentalist Moron

C. Christine Fair, of Georgetown University, calls me a racist moron and troll. Why?

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Born-Again Pakistani

After an 11 year absence, I had the chance this past summer to visit the country of my heritage and birth – Pakistan – for two weeks. Albeit brief and as cliche as this is going to sound, I emerged from the experience completely changed. Somewhere along the way, I had completely abandoned a huge part of my identity – my identity as a Pakistani. Somewhere along the way, I had become almost ashamed to be associated with the country and its people. It wasn’t necessarily a conscious effort, but a lingering feel of disassociation strengthened within me over the course of four/five years.

photo_lg_karachi

Born-Again Pakistani

After an 11 year absence, I had the chance this past summer to visit the country of my heritage and birth – Pakistan – for two weeks. Albeit brief and as cliche as this is going to sound, I emerged from the experience completely changed. Somewhere along the way, I had completely abandoned a huge part of my identity – my identity as a Pakistani. Somewhere along the way, I had become almost ashamed to be associated with the country and its people. It wasn’t necessarily a conscious effort, but a lingering feel of disassociation strengthened within me over the course of four/five years.

Wondering about Kashmir

There are many things that have become a part of me during the past 11 years since I last visited Pakistan, the country of my birth and origin. All memories. Every image, every sound remains as crisp as ever.
There was always an odd stillness in the air whenever the electricity would go out. A stillness which would be…

Wondering about Kashmir

There are many things that have become a part of me during the past 11 years since I last visited Pakistan, the country of my birth and origin. All memories. Every image, every sound remains as crisp as ever.
There was always an odd stillness in the air whenever the electricity would go out. A stillness which would be…

Emerging from the Nostalgia of Pakistan’s Past

In March of 1999, I stepped out of the Allama Iqbal International Airport, in Lahore, Pakistan, greeted by long-lost family members and a barrage of young men wanting to carry our luggage to the awaiting cars. While in the clutch of my aunt’s bosom, I quietly asked, “Will we be shot at?” Both amused and concerned, my aunt laughed and asked if I had lost my mind, assuring me that I was perfectly safe, even when the country was in the midst of a war with its neighbour.

Emerging from the Nostalgia of Pakistan’s Past

In March of 1999, I stepped out of the Allama Iqbal International Airport, in Lahore, Pakistan, greeted by long-lost family members and a barrage of young men wanting to carry our luggage to the awaiting cars. While in the clutch of my aunt’s bosom, I quietly asked, “Will we be shot at?” Both amused and concerned, my aunt laughed and asked if I had lost my mind, assuring me that I was perfectly safe, even when the country was in the midst of a war with its neighbour.