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Why “Homeland” misleads

I grew up in Islamabad. It’s a friend of mine. The caricature on “Homeland” is no Pakistan. Islamabad was – and still is – green, leafy, piney, and at the base of mountains. Not a desert. No camels. And few … Continue reading

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Grieving for the Pakistan I once knew…

Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where … Continue reading

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