I don't know when I became aware of Abdul Sattar Edhi. I guess that's the thing about "givens" - they have no origin, there is no place in time to which they belong, they simply are and Edhi simply was in a way we could only hope to be. Edhi was a fixture for every Pakistani. … Continue reading Edhi
In all honesty, I've had a pretty good life. I've had a few traumas that I would rather not talk about but then, everyone does. I feel like I'm in a position of privilege when I talk about my optimism and my hope; but really, it's a disposition you acquire as you grow older. Sometimes. … Continue reading What do you do?