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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...

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....

A Jar Full Of Home

A post shared by Kayehaan (@kayehaan) on Jul 5, 2017 at 12:45am PDT The weather in this part of the world was brutal, just like most other places which weren’t Kashmir. And if you were from the mountains and had been living...

The Identity Card

Recently I slipped out of my owners pocket (pocket near the heart). I slipped unnoticed. He didn’t know I had jumped out of my cage only to peep what is going on? A lot of noise of carpet beatings in the air, silence in...

A Mouthful Of Silence

I am ritually impure. Before Fajr breaks in I should ablute. It's Friday, that makes it doubly rewarding. Or punishing? I don't know. I've spent this night reading a pick from my priced collection of books on literature and Kashmir. Somebody is already up downstairs....

Diary Of A Pellet Victim Who Lost Her Vision

Cricket’s making their usual sounds, squirrels finding ways to escape, the sun below the line of shining. It is again so beautiful to remind humans that they are the blessed one. Supermans, as everybody stares at the hole without blinking. The six gaps from...

“How I Was Chased And Then Killed With Pellets” – Story of Nasir Shafi

Watch Video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgNGG_PwxRU My name is Nasir Shafi; my mother calls me Moomin; I am 11 years old. One evening, I was leaving our local masjid towards my home when I saw hundreds of men in uniform charging towards us; there was utter chaos. I...

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....

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...

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...

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With over hundred cases of braid-chopping in Kashmir, the incidents have not only created hysteria but also fear in the masses. The government that...

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It seems as if the Kashmiris haven’t had enough yet! The bullets and pellets now have a partner in crime to haunt poor valleyites...

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The braid chopper is here... It is neither a supernatural power nor a witch or a ghost. The pattern of it is that as soon...

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She smacked the table and left the thud restless. This is the beat of her life too -- restless. She grabs her red sling bag...
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