Tag: F.S. Aijazuddin
Grave matters – F.S. Aijazuddin
The writer is an author.
I HAVE just buried my nephew Shaharyaruddin. He fell victim to Covid-19. It no longer matters to which strain that...
Judging the judges – F.S. Aijazuddin
THE Bhuttos and tragedy share a grave. They are like the Kennedys and the Nehruvian Gandhis — privileged families who invoke (to borrow Homer’s...
A golden rebirth – F.S. Aijazuddin
“I SHALL live, I shall flourish, I shall wake up in peace.” These words from their Book of the Dead made the ancient Egyptians...
Fiery phoenixes – F.S. Aijazuddin
IN Indo-Pak relations, peace is less a bullet-ridden dove than a lacerated phoenix that rises periodically out of the ashes of experience.
Its latest emergence...
Hiding the truth – F.S. Aijazuddin
THE gullibility of the voting public may be elastic but it is not unbreakable. The latest test in civic credulousness came in PTI’s submission...
New lease of life – F.S. Aijazuddin
I NEVER thought I would need the jab of a vaccine to activate my patriotism.
Since news of the availability of anti-Covid-19 vaccines has been...
History in folios – F.S. Aijazuddin
LIKE other living organisms, libraries too die. They may survive for 700 years as Oxford’s Bodleian Library has done, but even that venerable...
Cursory knowledge – F.S. Aijazuddin
A BOOK is a human mind compressed between two covers. A library is an orderly arrangement of books. And a virtual literature festival...
Into the sunset – F.S. Aijazuddin
RETIREMENT is a dress rehearsal for death, but with the additional burden of recurring costs.
Pakistan has a population of about 230 million, give or...
Unburied conscience- F.S. Aijazuddin
CERTAIN events in a nation’s history (however traumatic) need to be retrieved from the cupboard of memory. One such occasion occurred 50 years...