When the Sun Goes Down: Finding Light in the Forgotten Corners of Lahore
When the Sun Goes Down As I watched the sun slip beneath the horizon from my apartment window, staining the sky with shades of amber and fading crimson, it struck me that countless stories disappear with the daylight. They are not the kind of tales wrapped in romance or painted across magazine covers. They are quieter, hidden behind rusted gates, cracked walls, and tired smiles. I am a journalist, but not the sort who follows celebrities from airport terminals or reports on glamorous red carpet moments. The world already has enough stories about fame, heartbreak, scandals, and million-dollar lifestyles. My beat is different. I wander through crowded streets and forgotten neighborhoods with nothing more than a phone, a notebook, and a pen. My phone serves as my camera, while my notebook carries the voices of people history often forgets. One humid afternoon, my search for stories led me into the old quarters of downtown Lahore. The houses leaned into one another as if exhausted by...
