Jamil Jan Kochai

Feb 19, 2024 | newsbreak.com | Jamil Jan Kochai

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Feb 19, 2024 | newyorker.com | Jamil Jan Kochai |Other Stories”

Through no fault of our own (naturally), we were late. Our wives, you see, had decided to tag along.

Jan 8, 2024 | electricliterature.com | Jamil Jan Kochai |Aube Rey Lescure

The FamilyMart on the corner of Yingchun Road and Changliu Road, right across from my middle school in Shanghai, was no larger than 25 square feet, but had all the necessities swarms of middle-schoolers needed to self-soothe after marathon test prep: fish balls on skewers bathing in a perpetually bubbling brown broth, mini Taiwanese sausages roasting under a heat lamp, plastic-wrapped onigiri bursting with mayo and pork floss.

Jul 4, 2023 | audible.com | Sindya Bhanoo |Monica Potts |Barbara Kingsolver |Jamil Jan Kochai

These intimate stories of South Indian immigrants and the families they left behind center women's lives and ask how women both claim and surrender power—a stunning debut collection from an O. Henry Prize winner Traveling from Pittsburgh to Eastern Washington to Tamil Nadu, these stories about dislocation and dissonance see immigrants and their families confront the costs of leaving and staying, identifying sublime symmetries in lives growing apart.

Jul 3, 2023 | newyorker.com | Jamil Jan Kochai |Other Stories”

On the first, my uncles and I greeted guests and directed them to the staircases (for men) or the elevators (for women). On the second floor, the men sipped tea and cracked jokes and sat waiting for food. Although our guests supported various factions in the long war—the Afghan National Army, the Americans, even the Taliban—everyone seemed to be getting along. The real party was on the third floor, where my aunts and girl cousins organized dances and orchestrated the bride’s entrances.