Mai Jori is an illiterate farmer, with nine children to care for. She lives in a village called Gullam Muhammed Jamoli in Balochistan where girls have a lower status than livestock, and where villagers like her routinely walk kilometres every day to get drinking water for their families.
Posts from ‘February, 2010’
Eating for peace is my kind of initiative.
Middle class Indians have been shipping their sons and daughters to foreign universities for a hundred years – first to the UK, then to America, then to Australia. Usually, they form a quiet, hardworking, industrious community that prefers not to make waves abroad.
oops here we go again
The Government’s fallen.
Again.
Our PM has an unfortunate tendency to not manage to carry a coalition government to term, and this is the fourth time he’s slipped before the finishing line. To paraphrase the great Oscar Wilde..”to lose one government may seem like misfortune, but to lose four seems like carelessness..:”
This little country has more political [...]
Laughing at the Taliban is ok with me
Did I ever think I’d laugh at something to do with the Taliban? Nope. But Asif Aktar’s stories on the Taliban have had me giggling in our normally very serious and very busy open plan office.
Dynastic politics doesn’t compute in democracies
The last Kennedy is finally leaving office in the US. That’ll mean it’s the first time there won’t be a Kennedy in Washington since 1947.
Hooray.
How I wish South Asia would follow suit.
