SELECTED published writing

1. The missing daughters of Pakistan September 2016

2. Kushmeer November 2016

3. A Pre-dawn Daal Fry in Karachi July 2016

4. A Hindu Pilgrimage in Pakistan August 2016

5. Rickshaw Diary March 2016 

6. Hibiscus Nights May 2015

7. A Railway Pilgrimage in Pakistan January 2015

8. A Flour Seller’s Story In The Aftermath Of Peshawar’s Army Public School Attack December 2014

9. Mosque & Memory November 2014

10. The legendary pigeon breeder of Liliani September 2013

11. Fair & Lovely November 2012

Link to: previously published work

 

 

 
 
 Ambreen’s brother Nauman looks through his notebook at his house in Makol | Annie Ali Khan

Ambreen’s brother Nauman looks through his notebook at his house in Makol | Annie Ali Khan

The Missing Daughters of Pakistan: Published in Herald Magazine, August 2016

When Ambreen returned home that day, her mother, Shamim Akhtar, was livid. Why did she not change her bright red clothes before going to school where there were so many men around, she asked her daughter. Ambreen tried to argue that she did not have time to change. Shamim would not hear it. “You are not going to school again,” she told Ambreen.

The missing daughters of Pakistan, September 2016

 


Short story-kushmeer: Published in ric journal, november 2016

When munna turned three years old, it was as if he was trying to make up for all the previous years of silence. Every new word he would try to form in his mouth and would push it out whichever way smothered in jets of saliva. He especially loved airplanes. He would point to a distant kite or hawk and raise his shoulders and then his face would go red, his eyes widening as his cheeks filled with air and the word “plane” would come out with such force leaving him breathless. 

Kushmeer, November 2016

 

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 Early morning crowd at the Juna Masjid Malabari Hotel.

Early morning crowd at the Juna Masjid Malabari Hotel.

A Pre-dawn Daal Fry in Karachi: published in roads & kingdoms, July 2016

Juna Masjid Malabari Hotel is a neat little chai shop. (It is referred to as a hotel even though it has no guest rooms.) Inside, there are shelves and glass cases filled with sweet and savory snacks. Despite the early hour—it is almost 4 a.m.—there are at least 20 people inside. The buzz of animated conversations filters out into the pre-dawn darkness.

The chai shop is in the heart of the Lyari, a neighborhood of one million people between the seaport and the historic Saddar area of the Pakistani capital. Yellow stone buildings built a century ago under British rule dot the area.

A Pre-dawn Daal Fry in Karachi, July 2016