Saba Imtiaz

3 weeks ago | dunyadigital.co | Saba Imtiaz

I’m turning forty this year. I think about this a lot because I have the memory of someone of a certain age: I recall all sorts of random facts — the opening stanza of the Sindhi poem Hari, the words “shining on a setting sun like a pearl upon the ocean”, the saga of ‘Asia’s third largest fountain’ (you had to be there) — but not what I had last week for dinner, or any of the legislation that I once had committed to memory.

1 month ago | dunyadigital.co | Saba Imtiaz

When you start writing for a career — and especially if you started writing in the 2000s, when somehow there was more than one place to be published, you were often told (and then told others in turn) not to burn your bridges. Be nice, who knows when you might have to work with so-and-so again. Don’t be political. Don't be too political. In hindsight, and as I turn 40 this year, I can safely say: what a useless pile of nonsense that was.

2 months ago | dunyadigital.co | Saba Imtiaz

There’s something magnetic that happens almost a minute into a good Natasha Noorani song; you have to stop what you’re doing and look at your music app: What’s playing now? Who is that? What are the lyrics? How can I play this song on repeat until it is somehow bursting out of my pores? Why is this song all I hear now? If you haven’t heard Natasha Noorani, you’ve almost certainly heard of her in the ether: a voice on a jingle, a feature on a track.

2 months ago | sabaimtiaz.github.io | Saba Imtiaz

Ask the user for input on what pattern they want to makeOutput the average time for that pattern using the start/end dates(I’m just going to note that while I was doing this I was also still binding off a few stitches at a time. The tubular bindoff waits for no one!)The initial challenge was figuring out how to get the code to read the data; and that had a lot to do with what authorization I was using.

Feb 11, 2025 | dunyadigital.co | Saba Imtiaz

There is a variation of the “hamaray zamaney main hum lamp post ki roshni se kitabein parhte they” story for every generation, a story of nostalgia that usually features unbelievable hardship and unimaginable prices. Every generation has one, the lamppost generation that can recall the price of a soft drink in annas, another that remembers the twenty-five rupee kebab roll, and another that doesn’t know what it was like to even have dial-up internet.