
Eating an Enormous Beast at Sea
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

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

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

“That was my favorite ring. How could I be so careless?” Samra Apa sniffed away a tear. Mama gently stroked Samra Apa’s head, which was

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

“Slam!” the door banged open, and Ali walked in red-faced. Dad was replacing a fused bulb in the living room. He looked up and raised

Ali wheeled down the park on his shiny black bike in the lovely November breeze. Not far, he spotted Omar and Hassan talking to a

“I hate math!” protested Ali, with a firm chin held high. Mom reasoned with a smile: “There are many things in life that we hate,

“Oh, come on! Don’t be so secretive. After all, I am your brother. Tell me, how will you solve this problem?” pleaded Ali with Samra

“One female polar bear swam for nine days straight in the Beaufort Sea north of Alaska, USA. Can you believe that?” Dad peered from behind