A young woman named Haneefa lived in Phuphee’s village. She was a gentle mannered girl who…
Tag: Saba Mahjoor
Column | Sugared eggs and hope
At 15, I had my first real taste of hopelessness. We had moved back to Kashmir…
Column | When spicy potatoes ‘trumped’ Trump
Sometimes in life, you witness events that you are not physically a part of, but they…
column | a side of longing and tehr
It is a hot July morning. We have a few days off from school, and I…
column | Chicken Broth and Some Pluck
For as long as I knew Fufi, nothing got under her skin as much as she…
A pir, a pot and a ‘perche’
Problems do not always need to be dealt with forcefully; A little common sense can go…
column | the secret life of our roots
“Sometimes it’s hard to grieve for those we haven’t loved, because for some strange reason, we…
column | How to ‘stir up’ a marriage
Years ago, I read in a women’s magazine, on the cover of which was a beautiful…
Sinkholes of the Heart | Why is a woman’s worth determined by her ability to do certain things?
Being a woman is hard work and I say work because being a woman means working.…
Fufi and Her Healing Kyale Chhote: Saba Mahjoor’s Pillar That Explores Life’s Little Lessons Through Food
An aunt with a special banana bread recipe, a grieving mother, and a weekly journey that…