At first my daughter was excited about visiting the city of my birth – Karachi, Pakistan. After all, it was half her heritage and she’d heard about all the family over there she had yet to meet. But I couldn’t hide from her how nervous I felt.
It had been 15 years since I was last back; the negative western media headlines rang loudly in my head. How would I be received by the people who last saw me as a young, childless woman?
