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A Rendezvous In The Troubled Land – Kashmir

"All the boys of our village are deciding to stage protests at the main Chowk in the evening", said Fatima Aunty beginning a daily routine of discussions about the “tehreek”. “Why should they not? It is our movement.” Rahim khan spoke with air of pride. “Khoday...

Dream

The February nights were unusually warm that year, snow was missing from the roads, everything lay bare and uncovered ,and the life kept going like a henna cone on bride’s hands. The house at the river bank was calm, soothing and silent. His nose was...

Blue Collar

In 124 days, I worked for just 17. Rest of 107 days were black for me, because I am a blue-collar worker. A day without work means no pay. I will not die, but half empty stomach can turn one into an insomniac. Blue-collar workers...

Afzal Zinda Hai

Afzal Guru
I was stealing glances on my wristwatch. Outside my friends were waiting. They were out with Kites and spools. I could figure out signals made in many codes by my friend’s; urging me to emerge. But my father was staying at home...

I Was Killed Soon After My Marriage In Kashmir

I tasted the salty tears on her lips when she kissed me the last time. We were neighbours. Born in the same year. Played together in the same park. Went to the same school. Same college. Same university. Soon after completing our university, we got married....

I Was Four Month’s Pregnant When They Killed Him

Colourful Colourless Mornings What is the colour of mornings? All hues in a passing. Red like his blood-drenched clothes. Pale like his lifeless face. Black like the smoke of people gathering around. Wailing. Shouting. Raging. Green like the flag raised on his adeau. Oh, it burns...

Agony Inside – A Story From Kashmir

It was a blissful morning. The frosty air was blowing, unleashing the magical music of vibrating leaves. The hem of the Sun was accruing from the mountains painting the atmosphere with gold. Seeing this tranquil atmosphere my soul was craving for a...

The Confidant

It was the first night of Chilaikalan, she ventured out all by herself. In the stillness, a calm descended on her and she realized that this was her moment. It was at this unearthly hour, she could be her best. Treading across the...

The Love Birds Of Dystopia

She smacked the table and left the thud restless. This is the beat of her life too -- restless. She grabs her red sling bag with golden-shackle-shaped long strap and leaves to meet the daily rumours about the uncertain death of Faiz. Faiz, her Faiz....

The Wedding Dress

In the wee hours of the morning, the bride to be sat near the foot of her bed, facing the west, the direction of Qiblah. It had been a long night. Her father had returned from the hospital just an hour before Fajr prayers....

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Rozdari is here, What does it hold for Kashmiris?

It is that time of the year again. Rozdars will be pretty delighted. Scores of lamb will be slaughtered in the back-alleys of Srinagar, limbs...

Six Exceptional Instagrammers from Kashmir

Tired of refreshing your timeline and finding the same old pictures? The same old quotes. Same old sketches. You tapped the right link. Scroll down...

Madhosh Balhami responds to a tribute to his lost poems

مدہوش بالہامی بنامِ زابرہ فاضلی تاریخ۔ 12 اپریل 2018 زابرہ میری بیٹی اے میری نورِ بصر مرہمِ زخمِ جگر میرے لٸے ہیں تیرے جزبات ایسا لگتا ہے کہ...

Kashmir’s Asaram Bapu that no one wants to talk about

Year 2002, I was 14, when my uncle came across Aijaz Sheikh, also known as Aijaz Molvi, who claimed to have memorised the Quran....
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