Behind the door of my father’s study was a shelf. On that shelf were three piles, the contents of which were of immense interest to us three children.
I am hoping that what I am able to offer is what I received as a child, as the result of these stories: the world viewed temporarily through different eyes.
Saira Shah on taking her Father’s Sufi literature back ‘home’ – and searching in Old Istanbul for the right Turkish translator Stumbling through the streets of Istanbul, I wondered yet again if I was on the right path. Following handwritten directions scrawled on a crumpled piece of paper, I found myself instructed to pass under … Read More