Ethnic were at PITH, Karachi

RajanKaKarachi ep.8 – PITH

9th January 2020 Shaheen Rajan 2

I love Pakistani art and crafts. There is always an abundance of colours and patterns in our wares – be in fashion, accessories, wall hangings, framed mirrors or ceramic bowls. So when Fattu suggested that she has a place to take me with ethnic wares, I got very excited. Our […]

Shaheen Rajan at TDG Ghar, Karachi

RajanKaKarachi ep.6 – TDF Ghar

6th January 2020 Shaheen Rajan 0

My first week in Karachi was close to the end and I had spent majority of time at home, with my parents, eating at every opportunity I got. I slept late, woke up late, and had been living the thug life. I had about 8 days more in my hometown, […]

Rajan Ka Karachi

RajanKaKarachi ep.5 – Rishtedaar

3rd January 2020 Shaheen Rajan 0

There aren’t many from my family in Pakistan anymore. In fact, no one from my paternal side, and only a handful from maternal. N only has an aunt and uncle as well. This means that when we visit home, we have only a few people to meet and visit, other […]

Street side fries Karachi

RajanKaKarachi ep.4 – Beggars became choosers

2nd January 2020 Shaheen Rajan 0

My mother-in-law is well aware of my roadside-french-fries addiction, and unlike most people, she allows me to indulge. In fact, she would often get me a box on her way home. And even now, she buys me a box whenever I am visiting. I was visiting her for lunch and […]

RajanKaKarachi ep.3 – Raat ki Rani

1st January 2020 Shaheen Rajan 0

I collected my luggage, and started walking towards the exit. My excitement was at the forefront again, and I was eagerly waiting to see my parents. It had been too darn long. I wasn’t expecting them to be there already, as Mother India had told me that they’d come between […]

RajanKaKarachi ep.2 – Do you live in Gulistan-e-Johar?

31st December 2019 Shaheen Rajan 0

“As-salamu alaykum,” I said cheerfully. “Wa-Alaikum-Salaam” he said, while accepting my passport. “You have three passports!” the immigration officer stated the obvious, as I handed him my passport to be stamped. “Yea..” I whispered. After 15 minutes of passive-agressive drama in the queue, I was just about done. Where art […]