My Pakistan Television Show
by Shadab Zeest Hashmi What they did not understand at the PTV station was that it's in my nature to be elsewhere, nodding attentively one minute, gone the next. I didn't understand it either, the tendency to let myself be stolen into another world, switching between here and there like flashes of moon jellies, now…
Prose Poem
The Café between Pakistan and Afghanistan
by Shadab Zeest Hashmi Torkham, the border between Pakistan and Afghanistan, felt like an utter release— as if we were random things, a fistful of summer insects set free in space. This, of course, was before the Soviet war. I was in elementary school. Dwarfed by the standoffish ice blue mountains on the road to…
