Javaid Iqbal Bhat In this essay I analyse three novels and how they engage with the tumult and violence prevalent in Kashmir. The novels The Collaborator (2011) by Mirza Waheed and No Guns at my Son’s Funeral (2005) by Paro Anand have been published after 2000, and one of the … Read more →
Bovine Intervention: At the Gates of United Nations Office
Hilal Mir Moo! Moo! Oh ye white men in blue camouflage uniforms and caps, hearken to my bootless cries once. Unlike Kashmiris I am not a habitué of this place and never before have I come knocking at your door, seeking, what is that damned word, yes, the intervention. Kashmiris … Read more →
Trip to Lal Chowk: Memories from a childhood
Aga Syed Sameer It was a beautiful afternoon of a great summer day, but I was very restless after spending the cheerful morning sitting at home doing almost nothing except for studying. It was the starting day of the summer vacations. I wanted to break away from the shackles of … Read more →
The Rebel’s Silhouette: Agha Shahid Ali
Ahsanul Haq Chishti Hukum-e-shahi hai ki toadh doon qalam apni Phir rooh ko meri, kaun pukarta hai Faiz Ahmad Faiz was the poet representative of poor, disempowered and non-elite who carried their emotions throughout his poetic collections. So was Agha Shahid Ali who followed Faiz’s tradition and carried the pain … Read more →
And her eyes had never cried before… – a true story
Ta-Ha Mughal 20th May 2013 10:30 a.m. Jammu- Srinagar Highway NH-1 She could not bear the loss of a father as her car traversed mile after mile through the coiled mountain passes. With each turn the vehicle took in the mighty Himalayan range, her heart sank more and more in … Read more →
She
A short story by Shafi Ahmed She mopped up the kitchen floor, rubbed her forehead with the back of her palm and looked towards the moonlit sky. The light emanating from the moon entered the room through the ventilator and clock struck 12 in the second storey room, above the … Read more →
Jesus was a son
A short story by Faruq Masudi His name was Tufail Matto. His name is Tufail Matto. He will always be Tufail Matto. Or, is it Tufail Bhat.Or Tufail Lone…or Ahangar…or Zargar; Khan, Darzi, Shahdad, Naqashbandi, Hamadani , Nengroo, Hanji, or…Does it matter what his family name was? Do you mind? … Read more →
Midnight Guests
Certain voices don’t require words A Short Story by Mushtaque B Barq The fourteenth moon was up in the calm sky with numerous guests celebrating the heavenly milieu, luring the lovers to do away with the curtains. The moonlight was bathing every nook and corner, even the graveyard in the … Read more →
A Nightmare
A short story by Qadri Inzamam In spring, when all the farmers of the village tilled their lands and sowed crops, Hameed would do all the work himself. His wife helped him at some occasions but not when the work would be heavy and apt for men only. Hameed felt … Read more →
And then I Left the City
A Short Story by Towfeeq Wani Preeti said, “Maybe you better stop doing that. You have no idea how absurd and irritating it is” and I asked, sheepishly, “What?” “Let go, like you will understand,” she replied her favourite reply and the customary silence followed. I tried my best to … Read more →
All Eyes on the Afghan Elections
Syed Zafar Mehdi The countdown has begun. The battle lines are drawn. All the political pundits are gearing up, with a certain degree of thrill and edginess, for the biggest political spectacle in this part of the world: Presidential elections of Afghanistan in April 2014. From Washington to Kabul, and … Read more →
And Now I Cross to the Other Side…
Waqar Hussain Mir Waqar Hussain Mir is a Kashmiri living in Mumbai, India. He obtained his masters in Development Studies from the Tata Institute of Social Sciences, Mumbai and is currently engaged as a fellow studying the trajectory of resistance in Kashmir. “Rizwan, it’s you, Rizwan, it’s you,” I cry … Read more →
The Veiled Sweets: Agha Shahid Ali’s Surprising Use of Humor
By Ravi Shankar The headline of a recent newspaper article by Sadiq Ali reads, “Humourous Kashmiris now resort to dark humor.” The article goes on to describe how exceedingly the inhabitants of the war-marred land in the northwest corner of India, where Agha Shahid Ali hails from, use black humor … Read more →
An Enduring Legacy: Tribute to Hussaina Bano
Hussaina Bano, a mother activist of the Association of the Parents of the Disappeared Persons (APDP) passed away on 4th October 2013. Hussaina’s son Syed Ayub left for work one morning in 2002 and never returned. Witnesses claimed he was picked up by Indian troops and whisked off to an … Read more →
Paintings
Rollie Mukherjee is an award-winning painter, and art historian who blogs at http://hiddenterrain.blogspot.ie
Ghazal: How Many So Many
Rumuz E Bekhudi (Please scroll down for the English translation) Sawaal Kaetya Jawab Kaetya Muhabbatas Manz Hisaab Kaetya Su Yaar Samkhyom Tath Annigatis Manz Ath Roi-e-Chandras Naqaab Kaetya Tijaratas Manz Kehn Baezgar Chiv Kinaan Umeed-o-Khwaab Kaetya Wadun Chi Zan Aab-e-Joi Chi Jaeri Asaan Zan Chel Rabaab Kaetya Yath Zeeth Safras … Read more →
Wail
Ambreen Naqash The bride left Habilimented In white velvet. Youthful Yet too tired. Close to Nature Not of dead cells But of silence around. Relinquished By the crowd. Alone Strengthening her voice To be heard Accompanied by someone nice. Riding into the forest Of no notes. Searching the owner Of … Read more →
Childhood
Amjal Sameed In happiness hearts throbbed Souls innocence relished Tender loving care received Ah! Days of glee perished In laughing streams bathed Skin mud-painted Excuses purity-braced Ah! Time sea-dipped In blissful rain showered Butterflies hovered Birds on branches watched Ah! Moments remembered Ajmal Sameed (sameed6275@gmaildotcom) is a lecturer in Saudi … Read more →
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