Clearing the air

Clearing the air

THE morning after we landed in London three weeks ago, my nine-year-old and I went out for a walk post-breakfast. Out of nowhere, she said “Baba, I can breathe here.” I looked at her: she had a big smile on her face. She was not making a political or ideological statement; she was just making a statement of fact about the air. Living in Lahore, over the last two to three years we had gotten her used to wearing a mask all the time when outside. In London, I could see her face when we were walk...

By none@none.com (Faisal Bari)