By Maliha Masood
In a post-9/11 global, one younger lady sought to appreciate what remained of her fatherland past headlines and stereotypes As a graduate pupil of overseas affairs in Boston, Maliha Masood was once deeply conflicted while it got here to Pakistan. It used to be her birthplace the place she spent an idyllic formative years driving camels at the seashore, reciting English poetry and dancing to Abba. classification lectures depicted a failed kingdom that enslaved its girls. Media studies painted dire eventualities of blood baths and terror cells, crime mobs and Kalashnikovs. decided to reconcile the prior with the current, Maliha went again to Pakistan in 2003, after a scarcity of 2 a long time, and stumbled upon the journey of a life-time. 'Dizzy in Karachi: A trip to Pakistan' is an intimate account of her event residing, operating and touring inside of a rustic teeming with contradictions. From the drug soaked events of the pampered elite to the tranquil great thing about distant mountain villages, from smuggler bazaars at the Khyber cross to culinary feasts in Lahore, readers should be immersed in a gripping narrative, wealthy in information and colourful characters. full of insights on society, politics and heritage, Maliha’s tale offers a broader knowing that demanding situations our assumptions—not in simple terms approximately Pakistan—but approximately belonging and cultural identification and the which means of domestic. Her duality as a Pakistani and an American bargains a distinct standpoint that enlightens in addition to entertains.
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