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Fatima Bhojani
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Although born in Karachi, H. F. Bhojani was raised in the best town on earth--Islamabad. She makes stories, and pancakes.

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Mother Jones
The American Prospect:
Alternet
The Nation
The Nation Institute

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Entries by Fatima Bhojani

Behind the Scenes: Pakistani Drone Strike Survivors in New York

(0) Comments | Posted November 11, 2013 | 12:08 PM

Two weeks ago Rafiq-ur-Rehman , and his two children Nabila and Zubair crossed 7,000 miles from their village in North Waziristan to Washington, D.C. to testify in front of Congress on the drone strike that killed Mamina Bibi -- Nabila's 68-yr-old grandmother.

In the few days I spent with...

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Some Like It Hot (Yoga)

(0) Comments | Posted October 10, 2013 | 4:19 PM

For my birthday, I got a hot yoga groupon from my best friend Patty Cakes, who is more formally known to the rest of the world as Patrick. Not exactly thrilled by the idea of putting myself in 120 degrees, but not one to pass up free stuff, I say...

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Oh, These Gnawing Questions

(0) Comments | Posted September 24, 2013 | 11:29 AM

"What am I going to eat today?" Curtis Lipscomb wakes up with this gnawing question. It's exactly noon on Saturday.

He lives alone in his three bedroom home on 51st and Baltimore in Philadelphia -- an empty shell of a house; its flimsy frame concealing lonely rooms, cluttered with...

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8 Ways Not to Be a Victim of Racial Discrimination

(32) Comments | Posted January 25, 2013 | 9:32 PM

Alas the earth did not get hit by that asteroid in 2012; so, as a species we can, for a little while longer, continue to ignore the common humanity that unites us all and discriminate racially like there is no tomorrow. Take the horrifying assault on the Hindu gentlemen in...

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Fast, Pray, Love: Achieving Balance Through Fasting And Empathy

(6) Comments | Posted August 14, 2012 | 12:40 PM

It's a hot midsummer afternoon -- 4 p.m., 95 degrees -- and I'm starving and parched. No, I'm not lost in some canyon. In fact, I'm in my apartment in Philadelphia's University City, with plenty of accessible dining options for its bustling undergrad clientele. What gives? I'm fasting. A couple...

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