By S Zahra Fatima Shah The Amma I remember is small yet stout, old and grey, how grandmothers are described in books. I remember her as the distant mother to my father. The slightly acerbic mother-in-law to my mother. The…
By S Zahra Fatima Shah The Amma I remember is small yet stout, old and grey, how grandmothers are described in books. I remember her as the distant mother to my father. The slightly acerbic mother-in-law to my mother. The…