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A cup of coffee and a sizzling kiss ah, pure bliss! The lover’s lips quiver on the contours of her body He moves around in the deep dungeons of a solitary town mapping its twists and tracing its turns with gentle strokes Please tell me, will you, the musings of a mystery And I…
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It was summer 2010. After several stressful attempts over 3 years, I received a visa for a research trip to Pakistan. A plethora of investigations, letters of invitation, and even a sufarish from people with contacts in the Interior Ministry hadn’t helped. But this time the process got really smooth. I wrote an impassioned letter…
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A day before my return to the US during my January 2015 visit to Kashmir, I met Ateeqa Ji again, this time at the University of Kashmir. She called me and invited me to a “program on girl child,” organized in part with the Markaz-e-Noor. When I entered after taking off my shoes at the…
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Situated in the heart of the pristine Sopore town and away from the clamor of the city life is an incredible treasure trove called Meeras Mahal. An extremely modest building, Meeras Mahal is an abode of numerous artifacts of historical and cultural importance that are yet to be disseminated to the outside world. The materials…
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In October 2010, a 15-year old class 10 student, Burhan Wani, suddenly disappears from his home at Sharifabad, a nondescript village in the remote Tral area of Kashmir one fine day. This happens after he and his brother Khalid were intercepted and thrashed by the Indian security forces when they were on their way to…
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Dopmay Yi gav lūka-mot Lūka mətis kyah karizi Yi čhu tufānah andɨ-god̩ rotsh Apɨzis poz ta pəzis kor apuz Zyaw nyanglə̄w tɨ əčhen ditsɨ pači Gāmɨ-shahar yeli krekɨnād sapud Mōsum bačɨ gəy dam-phuttẙ Ta phryakh kheyi nōtvānav Tse čhuy zan kunyar sanyōmut Adɨ kava rōvukh pānsiy andar Dopmay dapān hyenar hyetin grazin Vyethi hund āb ti mā…
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It is 18th of May 2013. A beautiful morning in Texas! I wake up to a message in my mailbox: “Hi! I must tell you this! Just a while back I was hosting you and your little girl in my Kashmir home. It was so real…. You are in a reddish sari looking really pretty and I bump…
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It was April 1990. Everyday life in Kashmir was under siege. Schools and colleges were closed most of the time. I spent my days tending to the household work in the kitchen with my mother and my sister or reading in my room. We hardly went outdoors during those days, and when we did, we…
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Ladishah Ladishah, ma sa kar graav Yekya aayi Azaedi, “calendar” draav Dohas beh penji pyeth, nindrah traav Nata myen saddkay, yaa syeri phuttraav Madrasan daftaran kuluf dyith bodd Yedd thav keyn, tul athas kyath tsodd Masjidan manz thovukh bait-ul-maal Koytth phuytt ada roav zachyen taam naal Yus baraan chanda tay khyevaan mongaddal Moaj Kashir chhey tamis kyuth khal Kaem-kaar traewith ays karav taqriir Haraamuk harsyi khyath parav takbiir Mokhta…
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In the past few weeks, we have seen a lot of hue and cry lately among many Indian Muslims, men in general and clerics in particular, including All India Muslim Personal Law Board and some socio-religious organizations claiming to represent Muslims, against “politicizing the issue of triple-talaq”. People have posted fiery lines on social media advising…
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