Saadia Ahmed

  • TWhen I was a child I wanted to be a doctor like every girl child on the block in the early 90s. I am not exactly sure if I actually wanted to be one or like the robotic questions and answers my mother made me cram this too. I have no idea. I was too young at the time. In Grade 3 when I and my ...

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  • THere comes an ode. An ode to today’s pain, an ode to today’s misery, an ode to today’s bruises… a song, a ballad, an odyssey. Not all those who wander are lost. Not all stories have a happy ending. Not everyone has the same definition of grief. But here the writer is ...

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  • TRaise your hands everyone who is a part of food forums! Glad I can see the entire country rising like a bright sun to this. Okay, a few still have their heads drooped in embarrassment thinking if the society will still accept them. It’s alright. Get yourselves checked in on the soonest ...

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  • TMixed emotions at the moment, mixed emotions since it was perceived, mixed emotions ever since. Those who know me well are pretty aware of my deep emotional side. I take no shame in both weeping and dancing to joy. They call it madness, but that’s me. Right now I have overwhelming emotions of ...

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  • TIt was probably just a couple of years ago when Ali Butt from Lahore started posting pictures of the scrumptious desi food cooked at his place by his adoring wife Ayesha, on social media. His posts quickly picked up a momentum and soon masses went crazy after the duo's uniqueness. The chunky brain ...

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  • TEver since I moved to Dubai and lost real life, I have been a social media addict. My phone is such an integral part of my being that adding this to a mark of identification in my identity card will be no surprise. Rather it will help my near and dear ones find me whenever I vanish in the ...

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  • TI graduated as an architect some good six years ago. Six years count for ages. It’s quite an aeon. If I had become a mother right away, today my child would have been walking and running around the corridors of a school. His hair would have tossed around his broad forehead while he hopped. He ...

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  • TWe were sitting in the school auditorium. By ‘we’ I mean many. There were the teachers, their teachers and their students. There was Pervez, the electrician, who always had a problem walking with balancing his protruding belly on both the legs without a frown of agony on his brows. ...

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