The End of Quarantine

The End of Quarantine

Have you noticed how the streets lay barren, soundless, and entirely dead? Have you noticed how the intersections look haunted, devoid of any cars or pedestrians as the light turns green, yellow, and red over and over and over again? Have you noticed also the way the...
The Glorious Road to Medina

The Glorious Road to Medina

  The SUV’s clock reads 11:40 AM. It’s Tuesday and we are headed to Medina. I hear the melodious recitation of Sudais softly coming through the speakers and the sporadic Urdu translation after every few verses. The road is smooth and the air...
Motherland’s Calling

Motherland’s Calling

I never knew something as unimportant as black powder could have the power to formulate an entire mental manifesto. That, coupled with a photograph, and perhaps some genetic element in the blood that throbs and makes waves as soon as motherland’s calling echoes...
Old But Not Gold

Old But Not Gold

  Old streets, old people, old times. There’s a pleasure in old that seldom gets explained in words. Old is gold, they say, but old is not gold, love. Gold is strong, sturdy, and ever-relevant. Old is old, crippling, falling apart, hazy, broken, and faded....