By Aima Khosa Before we start some of the core arguments of this piece,I must give a little background of myself. I am,what the general Pakistani public calls,‘a burger’. I don’t want to be,of course. I don’t like the association. I brag of my Baloch descent and try to squash the burger in me as violently as possible. But I am a burger,nonetheless. Reading Urdu is a little hard for me. One of my readers called me a part of the ‘2 percent secular breed that lives abroad and is not aware of the ground realities’. I concede to the entire statement – except I do not live abroad. Don’t get me wrong,this is not a piece about how wonderful burger kids are. I have seen some terrible cases of burger-dom . One burger once asked me,“Why do you work so much?”I replied,“Because I like to.” To this he snorted and said,“Oh,you’re from the naukar awaam”. I smiled sweetly and said,“Yes,I like to think I am.” Pakistani burgers are rich kids,the waderai ka beta ...