Category Archives: migration

a song for Afghan refugees in Pakistan: Pekhawara Afghanan che khapa na krre by Naghma

With Pakistan evicting some 600,000 Afghan refugees by the end of this year alone, this song, sung by Naghma in 2011 (I think?), is so real and relevant it’s heartbreaking. Song is at the bottom of the lyrics. The Pashto … Continue reading

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the trauma of being an immigrant/musafir – and on music that heals

Blessings of peace and comfort to all readers! So my grandfather passed away last Sunday. It’s been difficult coping with the loss, and, given my parents’ situation as immigrants struggling to deal with the deaths of their parents over the … Continue reading

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My Immigrant Pashtun Parents and Me: On Love, Sacrifices, and Change

This was originally published over at the The Thrival Room and titled On Immigrating and Parents’ Love. My family and I immigrated to the U.S. from Swat, Pakistan, some fifteen years ago when I was twelve years old.

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On Pakistan’s Sick Choice to Expel Afghan Refugees from Khyber Pakhtunkhwa

I almost feel bad for writing this because I think Pakistan’s choice to expel Afghan refugees out of the area is merely a clever tactic to divert people’s attention from the real problem facing Pakistan – militancy and what just … Continue reading

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Migrating through virtual spaces: what changing blogging platform feels like

So far, I’m not feeling at home here at WordPress. I suppose that’s because home will always be home and nothing can replace the one place that helped make us what we are (although, honestly, my homeland, Swat, where I … Continue reading

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