A river of dark, red fluids frothed and pooled over drains. Men in green T-shirts scrubbed the floor with brooms as wave after wave of water washed away the sacrificial blood.
I recall the monkey god’s gaze at the Ganapati Temple and my own impulsive desire to offer him a coconut.
“Romney is very hostile.”
“In the Pakistan I grew up in, women prayed at home. Mosques were the kingdom of men.”
A zesty cocktail of lime juice and water.
“Surah Rahman and Surah Yasin. Very, very powerful!”
A stroll through the busiest—and most diverse—bazaar in Queens.
“Get Cash in a Flash.”
The search for serenity amid urban frenzy.
“I’m beautiful all the time. Twenty-four hours!”
