It’s 3 am and I am reading a piece by a Pakistani-born American writer. She has become my favorite writer nowadays. I don't know how to explain, but her words have the power of healing zakhms that aren't there in the first place. Her prose sprinkled with Urdu words makes you nostalgic about a place where you have never been. In the early 2000s, she shifted to the states to do post-graduation, but like every desi post-graduate aspirant in the US, she didn’t intend to come back either. Sometimes I wonder what it is in America that nobody wants to come back. Is it really the money? I doubt.
American Writer
It’s 3 am and I am reading a piece by a Pakistani-born American writer. She has become my favorite writer nowadays. I don't know how to explain, but her words have the power of healing zakhms that aren't there in the first place. Her prose sprinkled with Urdu words makes you nostalgic about a place where you have never been. In the early 2000s, she shifted to the states to do post-graduation, but like every desi post-graduate aspirant in the US, she didn’t intend to come back either. Sometimes I wonder what it is in America that nobody wants to come back. Is it really the money? I doubt.
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