Pakistan is my naani, coating my parathas with four spoonfuls of desi ghee and insisting on adding more.

I don't know if I'll hug you or shake your hand when you leave - one thing is for sure, I won't be able to smile.

Weddings may be full of nosy aunties and rude guests making us forget the event is meant to be a celebration!

I rolled down the window to hand the man some money. He pushed it away - "I don't want your money, I need your help!"

In "upper class" locales, if you wear shalwar kameez, you will be stopped while driving, get stared at in cafes.

My grandfather's request to bring him a lawnmower forces me to pay a bribe at the Karachi airport.