The smell of freshly fried pooris wafting through the house often welcomed me to the breakfast table on Saturday mornings at my childhood home in Karachi. At other times, it would be homemade paratha with a simple omelet of eggs…
“If Pakistani cities were caricatures, most would be easy to draw. Lahore is corpulent and languid, stretched out in a shalwar kameez, twirling its moustache over a greasy breakfast. Islamabad cuts a more clipped figure, holding court in a gilded…
Many eager parents in the United States like myself anxiously await the month of February. This is the time of the year when summer camps release their offerings which start filling up in a matter of weeks. From robotics and…