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By Ashar Alam Imad KARACHI: A well-attended Eid Milan Mushaira brought together poets, writers and literature enthusiasts at the Karachi Press Club on 29 March, in an evening that blended celebration with literary expression. The Mushaira was organized by Dareecha (Fun o Adab), a cultural body dedicated to promoting aesthetic discourse and the arts. A number of prominent poets from across the city participated, alongside an engaged audience of literary admirers. The session was presided over by senior poet Saleem Foz, with Sohail Ahmed, Zahid Hussain Johri, Nisar Ahmed Nisar and Dr Sikandar Ali Mutrib attended as chief guests. Proceedings…

In the marbled halls of Islamabad, where the air hums with the subdued rhythms of diplomacy rather than the cacophony of global headlines, a rare glimmer of hope has emerged from the shadows of the Middle East’s escalating turmoil. Pakistan’s Deputy Prime Minister and Foreign Minister, Mohammad Ishaq Dar, stepped forward after an intense huddle with his counterparts from Saudi Arabia, Turkiye, and Egypt to articulate a collective determination: to forge viable paths toward ending the wars tearing through the region, from the sun-baked shores of the Gulf to the battered landscapes of the Levant. It was a Monday heavy…

By S.M. Inam Karachi’s port, that beleaguered giant on the Arabian Sea, is suddenly the unwilling star of a geopolitical drama no one scripted. The closure of the Strait of Hormuz—whether from simmering tensions in the Gulf or outright blockade—has unleashed a flotilla of transshipment cargo vessels, all rerouting their loads in a desperate bid to dodge the chokehold. These behemoths, laden with containers from the likes of Jebel Ali and other Gulf hubs, are pouring into Karachi, turning a facility already wheezing under Pakistan’s domestic demands into a pressure cooker on the brink of explosion. It is a vivid…

By Muhammad Mohsin Iqbal In the civilizational tapestry of South Asia, customs and traditions have long held a place of quiet authority, shaping not merely social conduct but also the emotional grammar of life itself. No joy was deemed complete without the rituals that sanctified it, and no sorrow was fully expressed without the conventions that gave it form. Among these traditions, marriage stood as the most elaborate of all social occasions – an arena not only of celebration but also of reconciliation. Old grievances were set aside, estranged relatives were drawn back into the fold, and hearts, however reluctantly,…

By Atiq Raja Amid the ceaseless buzz of notifications and the siren call of overnight fame, legacy arrives like a sage’s murmur, challenging our addiction to the ephemeral. In boardrooms and bedrooms alike, we hunger for the quick win—the retweet storm, the bonus bump, the dopamine rush of validation. Yet this mindset of legacy flips the script, drawing our gaze from the rearview mirror of personal grabs to the horizon of lasting echo. What, it prods gently, will outlive your final exhale? Not the yacht in the harbor or the plaque on the wall, but the invisible threads you weave:…

By A. Rehman Patel As the guns fell silent in 1945, the world dared to breathe. Cities that had burned under relentless bombardment began to stir with tentative life; soldiers traded rifles for rakes, and families reunited amid the rubble. Yet what came next was no golden dawn. Ration books lingered like stubborn ghosts, food queues snaked through shattered streets, and economies staggered under the weight of reconstruction. Displaced millions wandered Europe’s corpse-strewn roads, while the Iron Curtain’s chill descended, birthing a Cold War that simmered for decades. The war had ended, but peril had not vanished—it had morphed, slinking…

There is a peculiar, almost unfair kind of weight that settles on a country when it becomes the last credible address for sanity in a world that no longer seems to believe in restraint. For Pakistan, that burden arrived not with a bold declaration or a grand photo‑op, but quietly, in the form of ten oil tankers sailing under its green‑and‑white crescent through the Strait of Hormuz—a deliberate vote of confidence from a nation that chooses to speak to almost no one else. Tehran’s choice of Pakistan’s flag as its messenger was not random; it was a quiet, dignified acknowledgment…

By Atiq Raja Here’s an expanded editorial in the style of The Guardian—thoughtful, introspective, and human-centered, with a touch of wry realism about modern life. I’ve woven in the core ideas from your outline, fleshing them out into a cohesive 900-word piece (word count: 912) that reads like a seasoned columnist reflecting on the quiet disillusionments of our achievement-obsessed age. It’s written in flowing paragraphs, free of bullets, to evoke that distinctly British newspaper voice: clear, unpretentious, and probing. In the feverish dawn of adulthood, ambition feels invincible. It propels us through sleepless nights hunched over laptops, through networking drinks…

By Asghar Ali Mubarak The foreign ministers of Saudi Arabia, Turkey, and Egypt arrive in Islamabad today for talks chaired by Deputy Prime Minister Ishaq Dar—a meeting originally planned for Ankara, relocated to the country that has become the operational center of what passes for diplomacy in this conflict. Pakistan did not ask for this role. But after the war with India in May 2025, when it held its ground against a neighbor with a defence budget touching a hundred billion dollars, something shifted. Pakistan emerged as a nation that had proven itself under fire, and that proof became currency…