Ashar Zaidi writes for Geo TV of Pakistan
“ts 11:30 pm, people by now have digested their iftari and bowed before the Divine. In one part of the town, cricket teams, carrying a good mixture of young and experienced players — and of course a few odd ones who refuse to admit that age is no more on their side — gather to flex their muscles and test their skills with a bat and ball. The cool breeze adds to the thrill. Lights are on, balls are wrapped in white tape, bats twirling in hands, and as always, everyone feels a few butterflies in their stomach.
As the umpire gives the signal, the bowler steams in and bangs the ball hard, batsman makes contact and slams the ball over the rope, teammates jump with joy while the bowler heads back to his mark fuming for revenge.
Cricket tournaments are a common sight during Ramazan nights, but this was different than the others as it the game was being played not in any street or ground, but in a parking lot. It was a parking lot of one of the many shopping plazas in Mississauga, a bustling suburb of Toronto, Canada – for many Pakistanis, a home away from home.”
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