Lights flash as we approach the rectangular building sitting alone in the desert amidst hot land and cactus. Wearing green pants & shirts, they stand and inform us: We...
Read moreLights flash as we approach the rectangular building sitting alone in the desert amidst hot land and cactus. Wearing green pants & shirts, they stand and inform us: We...
Read moreAnother Minal-ism: So everything you read in the news isn’t the truth? She’s been listening to René and me talk about western news coverage of he Israeli bombings on...
Read moreI’ve been writing about my daughter Minal ever since I began blogging more than five years ago. And today, she decides to google me and finds herself in my...
Read moreToday is a day of rest after a weekend of long-distance travel, interviews and filming; I need time to digest all the information that I’m gathering. At night, Minal,...
Read moreOur bedroom window overlooks a lignum tree with fresh purple blossoms. I remember when my mother planted the tree in the back of our garden more than thirty years...
Read moreAs the British Airways flight descends into Dubai, I wonder if we’ll make our Karachi connection in time. We already know that there might be some problems – as...
Read moreWe’ve been driving by the gates of Villa de Mittal for more than five years and I’ve often wanted to explore the greenery beyond. After meeting Sister Paulette at...
Read more“Why aren’t there any women leaders being remembered today?” Minal asks. She’s happy that she knows more about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., but is also curious about pieces...
Read moreWe go for a walk late at night at General’s Park. I always cringe when we name the park — Pakistan certainly has a strong history with generals, and...
Read moreMinal stares at a pink bag in a grocery store. She reads the words: Buy me now. Save Texas – purchase your own grocery bag. She turns to me....
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