|Photo by Margaret Bourke-White|
Ironically, we were returning from Islamabad after spending that rainy day in a queue outside the Canadian Embassy for an immigration interview.
The interview had not materialised for some reason, and my parents were tense. They had invested everything they could to move to Canada; so had my father’s youngest brother. My father’s middle brother had moved to the United States in the 1980s, to join the ever-expanding community of “Pakistani doctors”.
|Image Courtesy Newslaundry|
|Walton Refugee Camp in Lahore, where my grandfather first arrived|
|My grandfather and us|
|Journalist Shehbaz Ahmed with the Pakistani flag|