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.
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