Results for tag: Pakistan
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February 21, 2017

‘First memory of English: my father orders spaghetti from a waitress. / Foreign flowers blossom in his mouth and I’m spellbound in Urdu. // On Friday afternoons, cars spill across a bleached suburb. / Not far from the mosque, look! Crooked lines of devout Urdu.’

July 1, 2016

‘That first day in America, she didn’t know the difference between police officers and immigration officers, or between waiting rooms and holding cells.’

May 12, 2015

They send flowers before guns now / all the thorns plucked from the stems. / An order to weave the dirge / before the mortar sings.

July 29, 2013

It’s like wearing a swagger on your face. If you’ve got a mustache, you’re someone to be taken seriously.

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