The Hairy Chronicles

I remember the first time someone pointed out the hair on my face – I was 6 years old, living in Pakistan and playing a game of tag with some of my friends. The boy who tagged me called me muchard, an Urdu word which essentially means ‘someone with a moustache’ and ran away laughing. I…

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The Chaos of Poverty

The pandemonium inside the walls and minds of the underclass provides entertaining television for a society obsessed with being reminded of just how lucky they are. The underclass is often presented as a chaotic blend of unfruitful habits and distasteful choices, but the level of disarray suffered is often inescapable. Growing up poor is chaotic.…

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