I remember the fear in my mother’s eyes...I remember the pounding of my heart. It was the first night my father came home drunk...

Growing up, I saw thousands of faces in my town. I was born in Kasur, Punjab, in Pakistan. Kasur is a very small city...

Teaching, preaching, writing, and interacting with students of all ages gave me a sense of satisfaction, and I was happy...

I can’t remember a time my parents got along. I don’t remember laughing around a kitchen table or a single family-film night...