Muff-la

Muff-la

Muff-la,” she proclaimed proudly.

For whom, we asked.

“Santo,” she said, referring to her second-youngest grandchild. “Because it’s cold in Australia.”

Where did you get the wool from, we asked.

“It’s Baba’s,” she said, referring to our deceased grandfather.

So my very lucky cousin will get to wear this piece of diasporic Sindhi history around his neck!

But not in this way, I hope.

What’s the worst thing you can do to a man?

The Weight of Silk on Skin

What’s the worst thing you can do to a man?

It’s not to fight him; to break him; to defeat him – we expect that.

“Hail Caesar; those who are about to die salute you!”

It’s to see him as other than he is: as a man with a heart when he only has a body; as a man with only a body when all that he is is a heart – contracting and expanding, year upon year.

To see him as noble when he is base; to see him as false when he is true.

— Huzir Sulaiman, The Weight of Silk on Skin.