In memory of the man behind the Ambassador
45 days after my father departed, I was standing on the rubble of the dismantled Hotel Ambassador in Lazimpat, wearing my Barkhi (mourning) attire, when I noticed an elderly gentleman,...
45 days after my father departed, I was standing on the rubble of the dismantled Hotel Ambassador in Lazimpat, wearing my Barkhi (mourning) attire, when I noticed an elderly gentleman,...