The Best Hijab Is In The Eyes

In A Way, A Jail Is A Place Where You Can Rest, Read Books And Live With Yourself.

I Am Constitutionally Competent To Contest The Elections.

It Would Be So Nice To Have The Luxury Just To Laze. So Nice Not To Have To Always Get Up And Get Dressed For Some Occasion. Always Having To Move From Here To There, Where Everything Is Scheduled And Even Having Lunch With My Kids On Their Easter Break Has To Be Slotted In. Maybe One Day...

In 1988, When Democracy Was Restored, The Military Establishment Was Still Very Powerful. The Extremist Groups Were Still There. And When The Aid And Assistance To Pakistan Was Cut, We Had To Adopt Harsh Economic Policies. So In A Way, It Showed That Democracy Doesn't Pay, And The Military Was Able To Reassert Itself.

Like All Children I Had Taken My Father For Granted. Now That I Had Lost Him, I Felt An Emptiness That Could Never Be Filled. But I Did Not Let Myself Cry, Believing As A Muslim That Tears Pull A Spirit Earthward And Won't Let It Be Free.