one hundred essays

This is a blog about: a) finding grace b) serendipity c) reaching inwards So in other words, not being such an asshat. I think a com...

My son is two years old and people would like to know where we intend to send him to school. I have told people in the past that it doesn...

I spent last week in Neverland. If you fly over Lahore, you can find it near Sherpao Bridge, and it is populated by some of the people I lo...

“There was a time in Africa the people could fly. Mauma told me this one night when I was ten years old. She said, “Handful, your granny-ma...

Lately I've been nostalgic for a place I'm not sure exists (anymore? or one that never did?). I see people around me who are figh...

I am knee deep in my own ideas about feminism and modern motherhood these days. The subject overwhelms me, much like my shelving unit which...

One Year of Motherhood in Facebook Statuses July 1st, 2014: Thank you everyone for the warm wishes! Emaad and I are blessed to have welc...

An Open Letter to People Who Are Not My Child But Refer To Me As “Mommy” There was a time, not very long ago, when we were friends. Our...

Dear readers, Some of you know that I used to find it so easy to blog. Someone actually told me "it must be like taking a dump for yo...

We were waiting, eagerly, to see how the nine year old performed in this first great ritual of adolescence and belonging. In the shadowy d...

All the talk about Burka Avenger has given me a fresh dislike for the burka. In spite of a growing number of people adopting the burka on t...

Dear 20 year old me, When someone told me to write a letter to you, I decided I wouldn’t because I hardly know you. I barely recogniz...

I’m a yogini. Technically, anyway. I have two and a half students and don’t own, or work at, a studio. I have a 200 hour teacher training ...

My relationship with history is a messy one. Born more than forty years after Partition, surrounded by those who remembered it, the event...

The “having it all” debate seems to surround me lately by that strange phenomenon when you consider something once and then see it explod...