by Irtiza Khaled 18 years ago today, I woke up to the noise and chatter of the television in our family room at home. I had quite a hectic last couple days without catching much sleep, so this commotion was unusual for many reasons: my folks had always raised me to keep quiet as a courtesy to those resting within the walls of our home. So, to think that the same parents had the chunky box of cathode-ray tubes blasting... Read more