Being an Immigrant

Saima Hussain


Sturdy loafers are useful for those who slip them on and off at prayers five times a day. They are also perfect for those who are always on the move, as was Saima Hussain’s father. India, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia had all been home for him and his family. He calls himself a Mohaijir, Urdu for “immigrant.” Saima Hussain explores what it means to be an immigrant and to belong to the place where one lives.  

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