A Pakistani Brown Girl's Story: An Immigrant Remembers--------------------
I suppose we cannot blame our friends for associating Pakistan with endless angry mustached mobs and the pervading image of a tortured Daniel Pearl. When one thinks of Pakistan, one thinks of burning effigies, corrupt army officials and of nukes.
A truly informed outsider might even venture to say something about the cricket team or about the female face of Pakistan, Benazir Bhutto [1953 - 2007; pictured above].
But behind the oblong shadow cast by the media's coverage of a rotting political situation is a nation teeming with undiscovered potential. After all, how does one explain the fragrance of the orange blossoms that line the roads between Lahore and Islamabad? Trees clutch wearily to the weighty burden of their citrus offspring, hesitant to let go, stooping against a backdrop of aurous sarson fields. Read more here.
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