Stories about unity

The street is my playground

I was returning from work one day when I saw a few teenagers playing cricket on the road. When a ball was bowled, the batsman hit a shot and the ball fell in front of two women, who were walking by. Although the ball did not hit them, their response was very disappointing. One of them said “Bahut hee badtamiz larkay hein.” The other agreed that the boys were a menace and said “Allah keray ye ball phut jaye ya kho jaye.” In a country, where there are no play grounds and few entertainment opportunities, we must appreciate these boys ...

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Colours of Pakistan

It is an interesting mix. The place where I work and most definitely where I sit. Every ethnicity is represented and deep in my heart I call the Reporters’ Corner, the ‘Colours of Pakistan’. Why? You’d ask. Well, because my beautiful country is represented by a group of ten reporters at The Express Tribune covering different beats and belonging to different ethnic backgrounds and though I see the men folk most notably lost in their political talk, on ethnic lines I have never seen them crossing the line of respect for the other ethnicities. Not all of them are politically ...

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Did you hear the one about the Pathan?

It really annoys me when I hear fellow Pakistanis complaining about racism – not annoyed because of their racist attitude but because we don’t look at ourselves before we point our fingers at others. I had a nasty experience the other day when I was talking to someone on an online forum. He was pleasant enough until I told him about my ethnic background when all hell broke loose. His comments were so nasty that they would put the KKK to shame. He blamed the entire Pukhtun race for all of Pakistan’s problems interspersed with four letter words and accusations of us smelling like sweat and ...

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In search of a nation

Sixty-three years ago today, we became independent. Sixty-three years ago today, we became a country. But what we never became, and still are not, is a nation. We think of ourselves as Sindhis, Balochis, Punjabis, Seraikis, Pakhtuns and Mohajirs. We are yet to become Pakistanis. What we were meant to be we are not. And what we are, we are not even sure of. But what one thing I am certain of is that had the Quaid been alive today, he would have died of horror at who we, as a country, have become. Ours is a picturesque and resourceful country ...

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