Purdah vs Molestation- A brief discourse
“O Prophet, enjoin your wives and daughters and the women of the believers to draw their cloaks close round them (when they go abroad) ; it is expected that they will thus be recognised and not molested. Allah is ever Forgiving and Merciful.” Quran [33:59] Isn’t the message of this ayah simple and clear? Why then do we refuse to accept that the way we … Continue reading Purdah vs Molestation- A brief discourse
ABBA
My grandmother often kisses my hands, says they remind her of my grandfather’s. My grandfather, who ceases to exist for the rest of the world is alive in our memories and will continue to live there as long as we remain. This write up was put down in the winter of 2019. I share it hoping the sentiment with which it’s written makes you feel … Continue reading ABBA
Rahmatuk Rood (Rains that bring Divine Mercy)
Sitting home in isolation and having no one around to talk to, I felt a bit depressed for the past two days. The news about coronavirus coming from all over the world and now from my own state too is worrying and can send anyone into depression. So I decided to stay away from media. But there is this thing with bad news, it catches … Continue reading Rahmatuk Rood (Rains that bring Divine Mercy)
Untitled!
(Every morning I check my phone the first thing I see is news and it’s never a good one. It’s always about murder or assault, of my feelings, my hopes and of me. Meet me, I am a kashmiri) That worn out, hapless, petrified being, that turned down soul you see, that’s me. I can’t speak the word I know, I can’t seek the answer … Continue reading Untitled!
Not Anymore
Holding a glim of hope I looked for you far and wide I hunted for you in the deepest of chasms And the soaring heights alike O happiness! I’ve beared a lot To make you my part And be your abode forever Incessant times of agony, Restless nights and the aching heart All could pass hoping, That may be someday… you’d give me a call … Continue reading Not Anymore
Home
You aren’t just walls and furniture, There is more to you Not just the faded old paints, there are my pencil scratches too Not just the broken windowpanes, behind them lies a saga, An array of tales laden with mischief and delight Not just a shelter, you’re a warm hug in the coldest of winters Not just a cover, you’re an escape from the scorching … Continue reading Home
My Fight Song (Part 2)
Few months back I wrote a poem titled My Fight Song, inspired by Rachel Platten’s The Fight Song. The song has never failed to pick me up and has secured an eternal place on the list of my all time favourites. Today I felt like creating a follow up to my previous poem. I hope it inspires you too! Read and Relate I’m not listening … Continue reading My Fight Song (Part 2)
Like a Warrior (A Mother’s Day Special)
The nine month long wait ends here as she delivers a part of her Gambling her life she brings forth another! Biting her lips and eating the pain, She gives it all to make the way For the pearl to come out of the oyster! Drops of sweat decorating her face, blood covering her all up, there she lies with longing eyes To hold the … Continue reading Like a Warrior (A Mother’s Day Special)
To Those of My Kind…
Yet another feminine post, not feminist though! At first I thought it might be a dicey business to write one more women-oriented post that has chances of encouraging a bit of criticism too, mostly because it shares a similitude with one of my previous posts and I swear I resisted posting it, but as you can see I failed. But it’s not my fault fully, … Continue reading To Those of My Kind…
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