Lahore is a city that never stops talking. From the clatter of rickshaws on Shahrah-e-Quaid-e-Azam to the solemn chant of the call to prayer echoing over the Badshahi Mosque, every street seems to have a voice. Yet, beneath the bright neon of Mall Road and the polished glass of the new shopping malls, there is a quieter, more secretive murmur—one that belongs to the women who navigate the...