I’m six years old,  and I’m trying to peer over the edge of the dinner table. My nose, hardly reaching the top, is filled with the aroma that wafts from the home-cooked delicacies Ammi has whipped up for the daawat. I can smell puris and dum ka qeema. Someone’s come hungry to the party, I […]
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Her cellphone rang in the middle of the night. Sleepily, she reached to answer it. Her husband’s name was flickering on the screen. He had left the house to pick up medicine for their son. She picked it up and heard a strange man answer. Instantly alert, she asked the man what he wanted. Where…
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