Arts & Letters

To paralyse the federal capital and make the government bow to your demands, all you have to do is march on Islamabad.

I feel that I have been wronged; wronged because I believed Lance and trusted him.

An arrest warrant for the PM, bomb blasts in Quetta and you still think international teams will be ready to tour us?

We march behind anyone who peddles a dream, but never feel worthy enough to form a movement around our own dreams.

Does being herded on the roads, freezing and shivering in the cold, guarantee the fulfillment of empty promises?

Winters in Karachi mean invasion of personal space; being able to tell who goes to the bathroom, why and for how long!

Despite drone strikes, political instability and terrorism, the world must know that Pakistanis know how to survive!

I haven't come across any promises by politicians abolishing dowry, nor any long marches against such social evils.

I rush to my dad and deliver the absurd news. He is indeed shocked by the news but his expressions say otherwise.

Not one supporter questioned the timidity of a revolution from behind bulletproof glass, or his hypocritical words.