Review by A Wannabe Food Connoisseur Warning: I will be using the word ‘Ramazan’ instead of ‘Ramadan.’ The aura in the air and the diet schedules are not the only things that change in Ramazan. When it comes to the restaurant business, the changes cannot be ignored; this is proven by the fact that almost…
Category: Opinion
The Castaway
“Assalam-o-alaikum wa rehmat-allah,”Assalam-o-alaikum wa rehmat-allah,” recited the Maulana. The congregation ended, and the worshipers started praying, uttering an Amen with every wish the Maulana made. People were praying for their health, wealth and their worldly and non-worldly affairs. Amidst the conversation between the Almighty and His believers, stood a man, in the middle of the…
Not just Another Click of a Button
Some roll their eyes while others smirk. Not just any smirk but the mocking, “I knew she was going to go there”, kind. Perhaps exhausted to its full capacity, the “issue” of equality among sexes or a literary riot against the patriarchy is an ever-present theme within the West and a few upper middle class…
Fear The Future
I live a life lulled by the fear of failure in the future; you see the future holds all my dreams, my aspirations. The future is my excuse for not giving it my all in this very moment, why? Because we feel that we will somehow be the best versions of ourselves in the future,…
The Lab Of Metaphors
There it was, a long brass bar held up as if it was the One. Chosen from a bunch as if it had some mystical powers attached to it, the lab assistant held up the hexagonal bar for students of all “Ratti-fication” ability to see, reminding me of Rafiki revealing Simba at Pride Rock…
Autonomy and Pakistan
In everyday rhetoric, we hardly use the word “autonomy” with any conscious thought. Most of us have heard it in a political context where a group of minorities, for example, is asking for political self-determination. What we fail to realize is that it has much profound and deeper connotations. Philosophically, a person is autonomous if…
From Infancy to Adolescence
Lying on the sofa, skimming through childhood photo albums, I came to realize how time, with all its complexities and exhaustion, flies like a rocket. Sarah Addison Allen states in her novel ‘Lost Lake’: “Don’t you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it…