Dawn
Holding back the Lai by hand
In the eyes of Rawalpindi, every single tear has become the Nullah Lai اکھ دی راولپنڈی دے وِچ اکّ اکّ اتھرو نالہ لئی اے —Master Altaf Bahrawana, Punjabi poet It was 6:30am on the first of September in Gawalmandi and Shazia’s mother was making breakfast in the courtyard. Her feet