Owais Tohid

The wounded Khan, worried Generals and political chaos

Imran wants to convey a message: either face the fury of protests or hold early polls and put the appointment of the military chief on hold. Published 06 Nov, 2022 02:05pm

Memories from Palestine: Victims of a map

Violent struggle, non-violent struggle and relying on global intervention: neither have yielded success for the Palestinians. Published 21 May, 2021 11:36am

Spirits of moon and the House Of Khan

The partial extension of the army chief’s tenure is like a partial moon sighting for the House of Khan. Updated 03 Dec, 2019 01:53pm

The resistance of Pakistani journalism is dying — and it frightens me

Long a safe haven, journalism no longer provides shelter to fight back from. Updated 16 May, 2019 04:10pm

The Bhuttos and me: a lifetime of politics and funerals

I hope I never have to visit Garhi Khuda Bakhsh for burials again. Updated 04 Dec, 2017 07:51pm

My first meeting with Dr Ruth Pfau, the angel of Manghopir

When I first saw Dr Pfau sitting under a banyan tree, it reminded me of a childhood story told by my great grandmother. Updated 10 Aug, 2018 01:17pm

Nightmares haunt the ‘boy of dreams’

A 13-year-old sexual assault survivor from Malukabad cannot stop reliving his horrific ordeal Updated 23 May, 2016 04:33pm

Footprints: Nightmares haunt the 'boy of dreams'

AS darkness settled over the Swat Valley, Mehmood* with other children would huddle around his grandmother, called... Updated 22 May, 2016 09:43am

From Peshawar, with tears of blood

The old man nodded at visitors, lifting his hands in silent prayer every time someone came to condole his son's death. Updated 19 Dec, 2014 04:07pm

The Ghosts and the Darkness: Under the spreading apricot tree

In the blink of an eye, the legend of the ghosts and the darkness turns real in the village of Anghar, North Waziristan Updated 13 Jul, 2014 11:57am

Trade of terror

Injecting new life into the ailing arms trade, al-Qaeda and the Taliban breathed deadly fire from North Waziristan. Updated 15 Jul, 2014 10:10am

From Bannu: Writing the saddest lines...

At the relief camp, the midday sun emits fire as a long queue of weary tribesmen desperately wait under it for food. Updated 04 Jul, 2014 11:58am

My dearest Risa, I can hardly breathe

What can I say? My comrades are out there, somewhere, amongst those shadows, fighting one another. Updated 15 May, 2014 08:34pm

The walking wounded of Waziristan: The lost tribes’ search for spring

‘Our mountains have been burnt so the birds are building their nests on our palms’—Pushto couplet. Updated 21 Apr, 2014 12:58pm