For minorities spread across borders, reading about births,
marriages, disputes and celebrations in the community in Parsiana acknowledged their existence
Isphanyar M. Bhandara
When a community publication comes to an end, it feels like more than just the closing of a magazine. It is as if a familiar voice at the table has gone quiet. For me, the voice of Parsiana has been steady, curious and comforting for as long as I can remember.
For a Parsi living in Rawalpindi, Pakistan, whose childhood memories include the clatter of brewery machines and the warm scent of malt and barley, Parsiana has been a window, a mirror, and sometimes a source of introspection. It has chronicled our rituals and humor, triumphs and conflicts; for me, it......