Barr-e-Sagheer ki Ammiyan

I wake up by the sound of Arman’s mom complaining, “You think you could have slept in the same room as her, if it was her house?” I turn around to see Arman missing from the bed we both slept in side by side last night, much to his mother’s dismay in the morning. Hiding in the confines of the room, not daring to confront her, I began to reminisce about a similar experience I had in Karachi with my own mother.  Read More