‘Feryal Ali-Gauhar’s writing helps us see the world as she does – clearly. To see how human beings are both awful and kind, and how often animals are far kinder than humans, and to feel the mountains and the rivers and the wind speak to you. But above all, this is a story that helps you understand the greatest mystery of all: love’
RADHIKA JHA        

Praise for No Space for Further Burials:

‘In No Space for Further Burials, Feryal Ali Gauhar has crafted a novel of unrelenting truth held in transcendent prose and an exquisite grace. There is no easy redemption here, but there is light and more light’
CHRIS ABANI        

‘In writing through the eyes of an American captive in Afghanistan, Feryal Ali Gauhar has fashioned a fascinating two-way mirror in which we see the author creating an Other confronting Otherness. As in Richard Powers's hostage novel Ploughing in the Dark, the mask of character reveals as much as it conceals’
STEWART O'NAN        

‘An unbearably beautiful book, one you will not soon forget. . . . What Gauhar shows us is that in a war there are only those who die and those who survive, and sometimes even those lines get blurred. And that's what keeps you hungrily turning the pages’
RADHIKA JHA        

Praise for The Scent of Wet Earth in August:

‘The Scent of Wet Earth in August was widely acclaimed across the globe . . . it blends Ali Gauhar’s filmmaking sensibilities . . . the relentless experience of loss, of the endangered lives of the moral “others” – the outcasts in the much loved and hated red-light district of Lahore’
Friday Times        

‘Deeply perceptive and immensely readable tale of decaying poverty yet to come to terms with modernity, yet full of warmth, life and gusto . . . The rich kaleidoscope of Lahore’s life emerging from the book astonishes us . . . The book is as welcome as the scent of wet earth in August’
Deccan Chronicle        

‘The treat is in the writing; it is vibrant and cinematic . . . Ali Gauhar’s reader is a step behind the character . . . meeting all its residents, feeling the lecherous gaze of its knick-knack seller . . . Fatimah and Shabbir’s secret love wraps itself like a translucent tendril around the thorny bramble of society’s repression’
Indian Express        

‘Writing with a sharp and sensitive pen, Feryal Ali Gauhar captures some poignant moments of lives lived less. A celebration of the burlesque, a grim reminder of the parody that life can finally become’
Hindu        

‘Presents an aspect of reality so overpowering in its merciless grimness that one can readily see how a sensitive individual might well come to believe that this, indeed, was what real life was about, and the joy and the health of the human spirit were just fleeting visitors’
Deccan Herald