Visiting newspaper offices in Sweden some years ago, I was struck by the relative ease and routine manner in which journalists obtained information.
My 13-year-old daughter and her friends were thrilled when the government announced a nationwide closure of schools for the rest of the week.
"Let them stew in their own mess, we are better off without them." Sounds familiar?
If we listen to this babble of voices whose sole aim seems to be to present their own country’s case as better than the other’s, we’ll never get anywhere. There is an old saying in our part of the world, ‘Taali dono haatho se bajti hai’ — it takes two hands to clap
As a comrade, his relationship with Abba was an unspoken clear bond based on a shared understanding of the universal struggle for a just human order,” says Salima Hashmi, Faiz’s daughter.
Two young girls in colourful salwar kameez, dupattas draped casually over their shoulders, walked the opposite direction. Another woman went alone, a black chaddar over her blue salwar kurta
This is the nature of the media beast. Who is going to tame it?
I love how connections sometimes just 'happen', criss-crossing the world, spanning generations, borders and continents. This particular stream traverses Pakistan's early progressive struggle to Chicago, an inspiring book by an American who recently received Pakistan's highest civilian honour, and a Bangladeshi photographer who came to Pakistan to document that moment.