ABSTRACT
The word ‘terrorist’ had become a nickname among the youth of Karachi. It was a fashionable label to give one another. And ‘Muslim terrorist’ was even better. If somebody hit a great shot in cricket, for example, you could admiringly shout: ‘Yo! What a terrorist!’ When a foreigner joined in, playing badly, it was a perfect opportunity to provokingly shout, ‘Hey whitey! You can’t beat us Muslim terrorists!’
