God Wears Lipstick in Karachi
a love letter to a city I didn’t choose, but that chose me anyway
I did not grow up in Karachi. I was raised in Islamabad, in a city made of polite silences, manicured hedges, and the performance of order. Islamabad doesn’t ask anything of you except to behave. To speak softly and sit still. To be a good girl with straight hair and acceptable opinions. There, everything is s…