KARACHI: “I‘m 29, married and have a son, but whenever I look back, I remember my father as a man with rage in his eyes and a shoe in his hand, hitting my mother mercilessly,” recalls *Ahmer Ali.
“She clung to his leg, pleading that he let go, promising that she’ll never ask again why he was late from work,” Ali adds.
Ali’s father stopped hitting his wife, an educated, urban Pakistani woman, once Ali and his siblings grew up. But the effects of the violence linger on in
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