Fruit-seller’s son, TCF alumnus graduates from GIKI
In a small, mud-brick house of Khuda ki Basti, a slum in Karachi, the power is out, mosquitos are buzzing around, and rainwater…
In a small, mud-brick house of Khuda ki Basti, a slum in Karachi, the power is out, mosquitos are buzzing around, and rainwater…
“A policewoman? What kind of job is that for a girl?” Iram’s relatives would ask her mother…
It’s 7:00 am. Amjad, while sitting cross legged on the floor, in a small room of his home in Korangi, is having breakfast with his wife and six daughters, all clustered around the food mat…
As temperatures peak at midday, Aslam, a student of class 3 in the TCF School in Naushahro Feroze, Sindh, returns home. Without a moment’s delay, eight-year-old Aslam changes into his home attire before taking his place behind the spinning wheel…
In the twilight of dawn each day, Adnan wakes up to the incessant chirping of crickets. He puts on a crisp white uniform, and clips a badge onto its pocket labelled, Assistant Nurse, The Aga Khan Hospital. As he steps into the hospital’s red brick…
The house is sparkling. There is not a speck of dust to be seen, I observe as Rabia, a student of TCF School, Chamankotli Campus in Muzaffarabad, quickly leads me into her small courtyard where her mother…
“What is there to learn in a classroom? Most girls your age are married already. Instead of burying your head in books, you should be learning household chores.”…
“It was just another morning in Muzaffarabad; I was pregnant with my fourth child, busy getting my chores done, when suddenly the ground seemed to sway one way and the house lurched the other. Instantly I knew that it was an earthquake…