“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
“I am not going back to school… that’s it!” Ali yelled with a firm chin raised and arms crossed against his chest. Dadi Jan and
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
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
“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
“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
O PHARAOHS OF OUR TIME BY KIRAN SHAH Is this how you want your stories told, O Pharaohs of our
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
“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
