My head lops off the side of the kat, upside down, I close one eye and then the other, gaze focused on the mango tree in the distance. What is that on the branches? I entwine my fingers into the tightly strung rope at the foot of the charpai and lift myself up. Noon's piercing… Continue reading April Gratitude: The Motherland
I must be going soft in my old age because my recent journey to Azad Kashmir had me crying over the smallest things! Please be prepared for lots of sentimental ramblings over the next few weeks: I plan to take full advantage of this most welcomed end to my writer's block. A week before our… Continue reading A Little Piece of Heaven: our stay in A&JK
Simply not in the mood to write anything today. Hubby and I travelled to the 'motherland' over the Easter break and we've not been the same since. I left my heart in this place; I miss it sooooo much! So, all I have to offer this Saturday are pictures of my beautiful Kashmir...
I've lived in Qatar for nearly 3 years so I'm pretty used to random people speaking to me in Arabic or asking if I'm a revert. When I tell them my family belong to Kashmir, this is the typical reaction: I find these moments hella amusing; having grown up in an area with 99.9% of… Continue reading Kashmir: 5 Things You Should Know
Image credit: Souq Jaidah, Qatar Join the October writing challenge *** The evening sun settling into my hair; brown eyes glittering reflections of Kashmiri mountains against the horizon. Nestled amid valleys of white gold, our small yet cosy home My own little vegetable patch Your vehicles of choice lined up outside Our children's giggles skipping… Continue reading Day 3: ‘Horses’, ghodiya da shonk
What price for those verdant valleys which my mothers traversed for fire logs What price for those babbling brooks that watered cattle and crops for centuries What price for the ever-fertile soil, the one they say delivers gold What price for the land my grandfathers walked away from with moist eyes, tight lips, even harder… Continue reading I See Kashmir Burning (poem)
It's 2009. I am Kashmiri but I've never heard of Dr Allama Iqbal. I've been taught daughters are lesser than sons, that choice in marriage is rebellion, and honour upheld solely through submission. But things that would've built my character, intellect or faith were not deemed important...so, I've never heard of Iqbal. Being the product… Continue reading Finding resonance in Iqbal’s poetry