Where Violence Meets Prayer
In his gated neighbourhood community in western Pakistan, Ali tried to befriend the other boys. They played under the blazing sun, where the air was fresh, the grass unkempt, and time seemed to pass by all too quickly before their mothers called them home. There was an unspoken trust among the parents to let their children play outdoors, most of whom were co-workers at the local sugar mill.
We Pray in Stairwells
There is an inescapable thrill that comes with sprinting to the closest prayer room during the five-minute break in an hours-long journalism lab, hoping to return before the professor switches to the next slide.
Between Friends & Faith
I had little clue that my first conversation with William would bring me here. We had messaged but hadn’t spoken face to face in almost a decade. But that closeness we had as kids when you call someone a brother, doesn’t just go away.
The Hijab Conundrum
As we drove by the area where the volunteers for the procession were setting up, I looked out my window to see a handful of people on the side of the road in jackets, hats, scarves, and gloves, spitting violently at our car.