Despite the media’s scrutiny of migrants and TCK’s, a number of people are refusing to let their opinion be swayed by the negative rhetoric and instead are choosing to form their own opinions untainted by unconscious bias...
Read MoreI am or have been a local of London, Lahore, Dacca, New Delhi, Kuwait City, Dhahran, Manila, Bangkok, Pattaya, Tokyo, Salt Lake City, Evanston (Wyoming), Istanbul, Saigon, Hong Kong, Toronto, Freetown, Addis Ababa, Singapore. It seems like a lot but it's kind of a blur.
Read MoreI can choose how Japanese I am: I never leave my chopsticks standing up in a bowl of rice because that is a funeral practice here and I avoid the number 4 like the plague in food service...
Read MorePakistan has been flagged by the Australian government as a "terrorist country" and yet I consider it home...
Read MoreI am a reverse brain-drain story. Pakistan exported me for the sake of knowledge creation - however, I came back empty-handed. They still had the generosity to take me back in, but I feel they are having second thoughts...
Read MoreMy passports have always been issued from abroad. In the 1980s my passports were changed to blue "Z" instead of the standard blue. I was treated like a second class citizen each time I “returned” to the US and travelling in my 20's through Europe with it in the Cold War was sheer hell on the Eastern side of the Iron Curtain...
Read MoreThe finger bowls are filled with water and shy curling lemon zest. We watch the figs hold their breath in honey, huddled together for us to share...
Read MoreAsk any subcontinental family to vouch for the importance of “chai time” and you'll hear about a highly essential evening dose of caffeine and chatter which blossoms in most households during the evenings, a few hours before dinner...
Read MoreTo prepare the zucchini, cut off the stalks. Carefully hollow out the zucchini from the stalk end by pushing and rotating the manqara* into the flesh until you have a generous cavity around 0.5 cm thick...
Read MoreThey all swoon over the bearded bakers, and on numerous occasions one or two customers have told me that they’d been following the gentlemen on their journey around Melbourne’s suburbs...
Read MoreBest served with: puri, roti or paratha, rice, or bread...
Read MoreMy pilgrimage to locate the best HSP joint in Victoria continues. There will be more hits, and some misses, but that is the price my bowels will pay for this greater good that will serve the human race...
Read MoreMy rendition of one served in Seattle...
Read MoreI had been taught in school that heaven contained streams of milk and honey, however, that afternoon as I blasphemed, I knew God would forgive this enlightened experience when his golden trumpets sounded on my day of reckoning...
Read MorePerhaps my sorry state tugged on this woman's strings of motherhood and allowed her to look upon me as just another uncomfortable human. There was a call to nurture and I allowed her to play mum for just the briefest of instances - so fast, if you weren't looking, you'd miss it.
Read MoreGrowing up in Pakistan and Malaysia, navigating the fine line between culture and religion caused me a fair amount of grief and I found it difficult to watch respected members of society engage in archaic and detrimental cultural practices in the name of Islam.
Read MoreYou and I were practically joined at the hip. For every joke I heard, you laughed at the same point I did. Our humor was like honey poured into a biscuit, where each half reopened to show a mirror shape. You and I fit, we stuck together, we clicked...
Read MoreJapanese women maybe have had about 50 years to figure out what an ugly foreigner looks like, so when you see a gorgeous, local woman with an almost repugnant non-Japanese man, you have to stifle the urge to alter your line of vision down to his goods.
Read MoreI distinctly remember feeling inspired by the idea of the young, reckless love depicted in the movie, which was swiftly followed by utter mortification at the scenes showing physical intimacy. I was a product of a Pakistani, Muslim household, and any form of physical contact with the opposite sex was severely frowned upon.
Read MoreBefore I was to be slowly torn down by my relationship with August, I had newly discovered my TCK identity and was sure he was the missing piece of who I was. I was living in an amazing share house with maybe 8 or 9 different nationalities rotating through it at any one time – and amongst these students, professionals and travellers alike – I was happy that I had finally found my people…
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