When She Forgets

Today I visited my Aji; that’s what I grew up calling my father’s mother. I asked her if she knew my name and who I was. This had become a regular, albeit woeful, game my family played with her. She was diagnosed with dementia a few years back and ever since I’ve stood by; complacently…

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First They Came For…

Below is a modern play on Martin Niemöller’s “First They Came For The Socialists” from the view of a white American citizen, and following that is a story from the same perspective. “First they came for the Blacks, and I did not speak out — because I am not black. Then they came for the…

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Homecoming, Again.

(Featured Image: Minaret overlooking our neighborhood) I only stayed for 2 weeks. I distinctly remember booking the tickets and breathing a sigh of relief because for once, I would not be spending the whole of my summer in Pakistan. Memories of past trips were stifling; the restless heat, disorienting pitch black nights and pervasive sense of melancholia.…

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