EVERY country is a continuum — even one as comparatively young as Pakistan. In 1947, Pandit Nehru cannily chose India, leaving the Quaid to grapple with an acronym. Seventy-seven years have passed. Our country’s seeds, buried beneath the tundra of history, are breaking through the surface. One seed has germinated in a... read full story
"a spatial protest using Baloch poetry to understand the province's cultural predicament"