In the Liberty guns beer Trump shirt But I will love this fall of 2019 I got married under a giant redwood tree in Marin, California. My friends and family had flown in from Lahore, Karachi, Islamabad. As I looked out at the flushed, beaming faces of the guests, I saw my mother in the front row, resplendent in a purple shalwar kameez and traditional gold jewelry. In the row behind her, a friend from Burning Man—a woman with a soft corner for polyamory, MDMA, and electro-funk—clutched a faux-fur wrap. A minute ago, extolling my husband’s qualities, a friend had described him as “the most non-Pakistani Pakistani man Mira has ever met.” Friends hooted.
