“Mmm… these Kebab rolls are scrumptious!” complimented Ali, as he started on his second helping. Samrah Apa smiled merrily from behind the sizzling fry pan,
Islamabad winters chill you to the bone. And it is not exactly comforting when you are on a farm in the middle of nowhere listening
“Assalamu alaikum, kids! How are you all doing?” boomed Wael Ibrahim, our guest speaker at the LiveDeen conference in Karachi. He had flown all the
“What’s the big idea?” shouted a surprised Ali at the top of his voice. Hannah had just ruined his science project by spilling her drink
Ali, Omar, and Hassan were taking turns to play. Ali’s cell phone had broken down. Omar’s had been taken away by his parents for a
“I want Mama!” wailed five-year-old Hannah. Dad cradled her gently. “Nani is very ill. Right now, Mama needs to be with her Mama. Nani needs
Ali, Omar and Hassan stood gazing at the sea. Wild currents crashed to the shore, spraying frothy water and salty droplets on their faces. Their
Dadi Jan, dad, mom, Samra Apa, Ali and Hannah were all huddled up in the car, enjoying the gentle April rain pattering softly on the
It was a lazy Sunday. I was still in bed. My bedroom looked like a battle ground: clothes on the floor, games and books strewn
“Can men actually fly?” asked a wide-eyed Hannah. Samra Apa chuckled: “Where have you seen that?” “In the movie,” replied five-year-old Hannah innocently. “Hmm…” Samra
