The author writes travel pieces and is a fellow at the Royal Geographical Society.
This is a simple, heart-warming story of the magnanimity and benevolence of men who did good with no thought of recompense or reward
Many cyclones, storms and blasts after, the myth of Abdullah Shah Ghazi as the protector of Karachi persists
Endless journeys of an average Pakistani traveller
"When I ended my speech, everyone clapped." The lovely doe-eyed Saba Mallah said with such beautiful simplicity. "They stood up to clap for me," she...
My collection of souvenirs is peculiar. No models of cars, trains or ships; or paintings or matchbooks from hotels around the world for me. I have a...
Wednesday morning. 10:10. I halted at a traffic signal in Jauhar Town, Lahore. Noticed a young man on the footpath turn suddenly around mid-stride,...
In January 1986, I rode a Corps of Engineers truck loaded with a concrete mixer to Agore. My objective was the famed temple of Sri Mata Hinglaj in...
If we did not know that the lives of minorities are under immense threat in Pakistan, Haroon Khalid’s A White Trail, gobsmacks, nay, sucker...
I met Niaz sahib for the first time in the summer of 1989. I had recently moved back to Lahore from Karachi and was invited to some sort of a...
Most of what we Pakistanis do screams to the world that we are upstarts. Consider: several years ago a friend while picking his son from school was...
