The author writes travel pieces and is a fellow at the Royal Geographical Society.
The story of the fall of Gut-Peochar to the terrorists still rings fresh in the minds of all who followed the events in Swat
A teacher and a social worker in war-torn Swat, Gul Khandana has set the wheel of change in motion
A group of nine marchers from Baltistan and one motorcyclist from Quetta set out of their hometowns to speak of their dream of seeing Pakistan free...
Revisiting the funerary monuments that the Kalhoras left behind to see nothing has changed in the intervening years - neglect continues to play havoc
Rediscovering the unknown mud volcanoes in Avaran district Balochistan
Travelling on a timeless highroad, searching for a milestone from an old map near the village of Malar
The fear is palpable, the colour drained from the festivals, the shrines no longer have the same celebratory air they once had
The tombs of Putt Suleman, like countless other monuments sprinkled across the outback of Sindh, must be preserved, else another part of Sindhi...
More than a decade later, finally, the chance to visit Awaran had come - and what a meaty treat!
On how a late 1990s visit to Gorakh by the then prime minister Nawaz Sharif -- the ‘highest spot in all Sindh’ that was ‘colder than Murree’...
This is a simple, heart-warming story of the magnanimity and benevolence of men who did good with no thought of recompense or reward
Many cyclones, storms and blasts after, the myth of Abdullah Shah Ghazi as the protector of Karachi persists
Endless journeys of an average Pakistani traveller
"When I ended my speech, everyone clapped." The lovely doe-eyed Saba Mallah said with such beautiful simplicity. "They stood up to clap for me," she...
My collection of souvenirs is peculiar. No models of cars, trains or ships; or paintings or matchbooks from hotels around the world for me. I have a...
Wednesday morning. 10:10. I halted at a traffic signal in Jauhar Town, Lahore. Noticed a young man on the footpath turn suddenly around mid-stride,...
In January 1986, I rode a Corps of Engineers truck loaded with a concrete mixer to Agore. My objective was the famed temple of Sri Mata Hinglaj in...
If we did not know that the lives of minorities are under immense threat in Pakistan, Haroon Khalid’s A White Trail, gobsmacks, nay, sucker...
I met Niaz sahib for the first time in the summer of 1989. I had recently moved back to Lahore from Karachi and was invited to some sort of a...
Most of what we Pakistanis do screams to the world that we are upstarts. Consider: several years ago a friend while picking his son from school was...
