« The city repeats its life, identical, shifting up and down on its empty chessboard. The inhabitants repeat the same scenes, with the actors changed; they repeat the same speeches with variously combined accents » —Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
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His carpet is stone, dirt And trash that no one wants Decorated by urine and faeces Which is often his own Feet blistered with red blue sores Toenails crafted with serrated stones... media_text
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Being part of the city Lahore has integrated in me the love for spicy food; ‘kebabs’ (meat grilled on a skewer over coal), ‘malai boti’ (creamy, buttery chicken), paalik paneer (spinach with... media_text
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When asked to reflect on his homeland of Pakistan, a country forever transformed by a history of partition and postcolonialism, Ahmad Ibrahim Suphi stated that “the people of the country are so divided nowadays it is... media_text
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My graduate training is in the field of creative writing, with a specialization in fiction. During the course of my graduate study, I produced fiction based that was based on Karachi and arose out of the conflicts of... media_text
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It all started one cold day With angry eyes and angry ways We marched out in the snow Our figures hidden and voices low We had to talk to them We had to talk to them They had... media_text
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A million things come to my mind when I think of what’s in a name. As a Pakistani, everything is in a name. In Pakistan, if you happen to be named Zardari (the current President of Pakistan), you can rob a bank or a... media_text
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Urdu Drama Serial:- Episode# 1 Scene No. 01 Location: Jungle Screenplay: The eerie ambience owes to the thunder... media_text
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