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Micronesian Chinese Money in Alaska

My family lived abroad. The arts embraced in Micronesia were very different from those in British Hong Kong. There was little chance to delve into interpretive or classical art. When you weren’t taking the aspects you liked, discarding what you didn't and establishing your own local spin on painting, dance and music, you had to go microcosmic...

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I Broke Up With Alabama

"Hi. Where are you going?," a man asked me as he sat across from me at the bus station in Alabama.

We just got off the same bus from Atlanta to some city in Alabama, Birmingham, maybe? I don't know the geography of Alabama at all. I still can't look at maps of Alabama without crying...

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STEPH

It is an Indonesian superstition that figments from your nightmares are brought into the world via mirrors as you sleep. As an adult I don't believe the superstitions anymore, but I'm in no hurry to sleep with a mirror opposite my bed either...

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How to Separate the Men From the Boys

If you thought this could only happen in Pakistan, you are wrong. It happened in Singapore, and it even happened in Australia (even though there, I had to earn my spot in earnest)...

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Adulthood Across Three Continents

I was fortunate. My parents (to whom I bear no animosity by the way) did, in fact, keep me supported financially until I was finished with university and had entered the military...

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What The Birthday Gods Delivered

Then there was the McDonald’s birthday trend. Uncle Sam had muscled his way into the Karachi youth’s minds, and a Happy Meal and rides on colorful slides were the dream in the late 90s. I didn’t have one, but I was invited to one. It was an utter disappointment...

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My Yurt And I

My ex-wife called me one day and told me that there had been a massive fire at the storage facility. Everything was gone. Not only my parents’ stuff, but all my military items, a sizable weapons collection, and a lifetime of memorabilia...

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Ping Pong Across the Indian Ocean

Many people didn’t know what Pakistan was. Right after 9/11, they did. I was instantly grouped with the ‘raghead/camel jockey/dune coon’ Arabs, who should all collectively ‘go back to where they came from’. Only thing was, there were no Arabs in the school, so they must have been referring to me...

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We’re Living On Borrowed Time

Seeing the birthday boy or girl so happy, feeling so fulfilled, you couldn’t help but know it was temporary. Perhaps the year after, that very same birthday boy or girl would be in a new country, with new friends, doing it all over again...

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Letting Go of Family (Dis)honour

But what if I had been born into a violent family? What if they hated women, especially independent ones like me? Would I accept my fate and suffer, just to appease the culture I was born into? 

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Not Of Blood

We have come together not because of blood, but because we share bonds of a common outlook on life, a customary way of treating people with respect, and mutual values that resound within all of us - something which unfortunately does not always seem to happen in families related solely by blood (at least in my observation)...

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Growing Old In Style

"I remember my late wife, she was a stunner. She made my knees cave in and my heart pound. It pounded for 40 years before she peacefully passed away," was the gentleman's candid reply...

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ANTHONY

I am or have been a local of London, Lahore, Dacca, New Delhi, Kuwait City, Dhahran, Manila, Bangkok, Pattaya, Tokyo, Salt Lake City, Evanston (Wyoming), Istanbul, Saigon, Hong Kong, Toronto, Freetown, Addis Ababa, Singapore. It seems like a lot but it's kind of a blur. 

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The Devil Is In The Detail

Karachi was considered the ‘Paris of the East’, with its roaring nightclub scene sporting live bands, great food, plenty of booze (they had their own brands of beer, vodka and whisky) and dancing...

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Late To The Party

I grew up in Pakistan, where one’s life’s trajectory is comfortably pre-ordained: one must get a tertiary education at a reputable institution, during or following which one must get married and “settle down”, and then, of course, oblige one’s in-laws by producing a strategically interspersed brood of obedient children...

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