At Moraine Lake, ten jagged peaks surround the turquoise blue waters as if they have crowned the lake as the Queen of the Canadian Rockies. The mountain tops cling to clouds for the fear of getting stripped naked in the public. I sit on top of a rock and take a deep breath. Space expands … Read more
To read in Urdu, scroll down. (اُردو میں پڑھنے کیلئیے نیچے سکرول کریں) Last night, I was about to sleep when I received a call from home with a tragic news that aunt Gul had died. She had fever and flu for the past few days, but her condition wasn’t so bad. When she last … Read more
Everyone sits on the colourful prayer mats on the floor. The walls are decorated with paintings with the names of Allah written in Arabic calligraphy. In the shelves, Spanish copies of Quran and Islamic literature are stacked. A man in his forties, dressed in a long dark blue robe and wearing a green silk turban … Read more
They are known as the black-blooded people or as “kotsuña” – people of the lake. For thousands of years, the pre-Inca community of the Uros has lived in lake Titicaca. This photo essay attempts to give a glimpse into the history and the Uros way of life. [stag_dropcap font_size=“120px” style=”normal”]T[/stag_dropcap]he Uros community lives about 8 … Read more
A woman dressed in a heavy multi-layered skirt delivers a series of overpowering slaps to her opponent before dragging her across the ring by her long braids. She then spits water on her face before smashing the bottle on her head. The audience boos and jeers, while the referee intentionally looks away. Suddenly, the victim … Read more
They called themselves “Men of God”. After travelling through South America for five years, they built a house in the middle of nowhere, spreading the message of God to those who passed by, offering them shelter, food and wisdom that they had gathered since the time they devoted their lives to Him. Opinion Disclaimer: Following … Read more
That’s me in the lap of dad! [stag_dropcap font_size=”80px” style=”normal”]T[/stag_dropcap]oday is 6th June. Exactly 16 years ago my father passed away. The day he died I was at the university writing the last mid-term exam of second semester. My father was very proud of being Pakistani, that’s why he attached a suffix “Pakistani” to his … Read more
I met Thierry in Marand, Iran by chance when my host Akbar was leading me to a guesthouse. On the way we saw Thierry surrounded by a number of policemen and passersby outside a police station. He had been brought there by a taxi driver whom he had refused to pay after a terrible misunderstanding … Read more
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