Among Our People

My grandfather used to tell us stories about our village in Poonch. Life was simple, but people were full of love and respect for each other.

A photograph from my father's first journey to the city. He kept this print in a tin box with our family papers. I am sharing it so it is not only a drawer memory.

My mother kept this photograph on the mantel. Every Eid she would tell us who was standing where, and why the youngest always sat in front.