Poetic License

The antagonism which spawns divisions along ethnic, religious and ideological lines is a scourge which has been rampant in the world since time immemorial. It has been a cause of great unrest and a precursor of grave injustices committed. The prevalence of this phenomenon is no different in our part of the world. I often see myself holding my head in frustration over the incessant bashing of Hindus, Jews and other cultural groupings.

Exactly what aspect of the Chinese 'model' does our President want us to copy - economic freedom and political repression?

Senior Middle East Editor for CNN, Octavia Nasr's forced resignation following a controversial tweet raises important questions about media freedom

Let me be your guide to the walled city. I will walk with you to the narrow lanes of Lohari Gate through Lahore, the city I was born in. Walking towards the gate, we are surrounded by the Lahori bazaar. You can see outstanding ancient architecture, wooden balconies, beautiful carving on doors and windows but this architectural heritage has been brutally defaced.

Are people in relationships happier than those who are single? Many of my friends were happy when their relationships started but now just a few years after getting married, they are miserable. According to a psychologist men need to be in a relationship more than women.

Can any of us ever claim to have selflessly placed ourselves in someone else’s position?

Supporting Dasti means the prime minister felt no regret in backing someone who had wilfully broken the law

Politicians have deepened the wedge between morality and politics through their shameless defense of fake degrees. The youth are learning some tertible lessons.

It is polo in its purest form- but an emerging territorial dispute between Khyber-Pakhtunkhwa and Gilgit-Baltistan has resulted in a boycott of the festival. The Finance Minister of GB has said they do not want to participate as guests in a game taking place in an area that he claimed 'belonged' to them.

During the second half of the World Cup final, we were suddenly jolted by an explosion. I scrambled towards the tree with it's unlikely occupants and clung to an overhanging branch, as people thudded past like a herd of crazed elephants. Soon our lungs were burning with the acrid stench of tear gas. The area where the crowd had been packed cheek by jowl was now deserted.