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‘Dilli Ki Sair’
‘Dilli Ki Sair’ is an audio rendition by Afreen Akhtar of the eponymous Urdu short story written by Rashid Jahan in 1932 for Angarey, an anthology that birthed the Progressive
‘Dilli Ki Sair’ is an audio rendition by Afreen Akhtar of the eponymous Urdu short story written by Rashid Jahan in 1932 for Angarey, an anthology that birthed the Progressive
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Yaad-e-maazi azaab hai ya rab Cheen lay mujhse hafiza mera (Lord, the memory of the past is a great torment. Erase my every memory.) On looking through the window in
Scatter-brained last night, And astride a dragon, I hoped to never think of cleaning the room, Only take note of the two crows fighting and each moment martyred to the
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“गोदना पेंटिगं से पहले गोदना जानो, ये हम सब का गहना है, सब पीछे छूट जाएगा, बस ये ही साथ ले जाएंगे हम” [Before knowing about the Godna painting, learn
I carry rage when I am told “learn to take a joke, woman”. “Oh, please do not behave like those liberal elite feminists, because I always respect women”. I carry
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All the Things I Am I am the criminal, Covering her evidences of old age on her head, with henna. I am the colour of your mother’s favourite dupatta. I
A dialogue from one of my favorite movies goes like this, “We forget things if we have no one to tell them to.” As much as I love ‘The Lunchbox’, this
Yellow Oleander Because boys don’t read anymore, how Prophet helped Khadeeja with house chores, sucking acid out of their sippy cups, look at ’em pulling out their phones to
Throughout my time as a university student, it became abundantly clear that emotions were to be left out of theorising and research. As students of the humanities, we were required
we part our hair the same way from the middle, with a broken tip of our ancestor’s bodkin you look a lot like my mother and i look a lot
trigger warning: for themes of transition, body dysphoria, transphobia notes titled “what do i write about now?” what do i write about now? about how i have longed to
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Today, I pen this for the records and not for the “Records.” For I do not comprehend the Records. How do I make sense of the Records? I am invisible
While engaged in serious conversation has someone ever said to you, “Are you sure?” or, “You’re overstating things” or “Don’t get so worked up, calm down.” In interpersonal relationships, this
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“Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change.” -Audre Lorde, Poetry is not a
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