By Sameer Khan
Farhan had never been a practicing Muslim. He visited a masjid only to offer namaz for Eid or an occasional Friday namaz. But now he joined Suleiman often at the local masjid for prayers.
By Sameer Khan
He was ashamed that he had obstinately been blaming Jenny for spurning his love and held a grudge against her. On the contrary, she had loved him all those years and had now taken the audacious step because she loved him.
By Sameer Khan
There were a few boys, who were throwing red gulal (vermillion) on the mosque walls in a provocative manner. The crowd surged as we tried to move forward jostling amidst the many faces, laced with gulal. In the melee, someone hit me on the back and screamed, “Pakistan Murdabad” (Death to Pakistan).
By Sameer Khan
Wiping his face with his handkerchief, he looked to me and said, “The letter that I want to be written in Urdu is for my brother, Maqbool, in Pakistan.
By Sameer Khan
Father Francis offered me a local Kokum juice and explained that the tiny Catholic village of Korlai actually consists of the descendants of Portuguese, which ruled Korlai and Chaul (Alibaug) from 1510 to 1740.
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 