[DAWN] SOMETIMES there are moments of relief, like a cool breeze on a sweltering summer day where it feels like the distance between the fiery...a single two-syllable word carrying connotations of both incoherence and viciousness. A fiery delivery implies an audience of rubes and yokels, preferably forming up into a mob...
sun and your own naked and skinless self is just a few feet at best. It felt something like this on hearing that Aasia Bibi, the Christian woman falsely accused of blasphemy, had finally left Pakistain for what are undoubtedly safer abodes in Canada.
But then, quickly following on the heels of relief, snapping at its worn ankles, comes a reality check like the distant stench of raw sewage carried on that cool breeze, the nauseating odour of garbage left to pile on the streets.