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Posing nude for a Zahoor painting was a privilege, an event for any woman. For a complete portrait is a reflection of the heart’s innermost emotions, pain and wisdom interpreted onto the rough surface of the...

I was dying of thirst and rain had been banished from the skies. The clouds were intoxicated elephants waving their trunks at me, their shapes transforming into a vortex of steam. I longed to ascend and...