ABSTRACT
February 2013. Houses tell a lot about the people who live in them. They are a canvas upon which past lives, stories, and memories find a way into the present. They tell of someone’s aspirations and fears, of one’s loves and dreams. Such were my thoughts as I walked into the house of Brigadier Khan, in a quiet residential area in the outskirts of Islamabad. The walls were covered with a number of family photographs. I saw the young brigadier on the day of his marriage – “many years ago,” as he pointed out. Other pictures were showing his four daughters with their respective husbands and children, and one large image showed the whole family together. All of the brigadier’s daughters were living in different places now: Vancouver, Manchester, Karachi. The fourth one, I can’t recall. As the Brigadier pointed out, proudly, “it all started from me, and now they are all over the world with their families”.
