|NY TIMES opinion section 9.26.11|
Floods. Dengue Fever. Earthquakes "Terrorism." Corruption. Poverty. Pakistan was where I spent my childhood. Eating jamin from the jamin tree, flying kites, taking walks with my grandfather. I can still smell the jasmines my grandmother grew in her garden. Despite its apparent ugliness, there still remains hope for this country and it's people. And only those who have happy, carefree memories invested in this strange yet vigilant land can only understand.
I'm not a nationalist.