In Pakistan, we have been conditioned to see only what those in power want us to see. Our television screens are often filled with stories of state achievements, festive narratives, and political claims of progress. But just beneath this carefully curated surface lies a crisis that continues to deepen, “the epidemic of road
Sitting on one of the tables outside the restaurant, I watched people walking by and the trams coming and going, all while enjoying my meal.
As I observed this smooth public transportation system, I couldn’t help but reflect: why are people in my homeland left at the mercy of private transporters? Isn’t it the state’s
We search for life’s hidden meaning,
Unraveling the secrets unseen.
Miss Neeta J. Lalwani, a poetess from Ulhasnagar, India shares her two Sindhi poems with English translation
Neeta J. Lalwani is based in Ulhasnagar, Thane, Maharashtra state of India. By profession, she is teacher. Her poems are published in Hindvasi
To let ignorance rule is to let decay set in. But to nurture reason, even in the darkest of times, is to light a fire that can guide generations.
Sindh, with its rich heritage of learning from Shah Latif to Sachal Sarmast, must remember that its true strength has never been in power or wealth, but in wisdom.
Let us choose the harder
Not all promises are fulfilled the way we expect. Sometimes, what we never receive becomes the reason we rise the highest.
In a quiet village nestled beside the winding waters of the Rohri Canal, where the soil smelled of wheat and river silt, lived the Manjhi family. Their life was humble, stitched together by simplicity, love, and
