Burrowed under her duvet, snuggling close to the pillow on her right she was in that state where she was half asleep but half awake. Where everything was blurry and it felt like she was in a dream. Lately, without...
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Sialkot, Pakistan
Contributors: Zainab Nasim (BTL)
« The thing you take for sky of earthly tract, Perhaps is soil of some other world in fact. » —"The Earth and Sky," from Iqbal's "Zarb-i-Kalim"
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(Before BTL) An open letter to those who thought I was anything less than divine because I was too damn ‘kali’(dark) for them. Why is it that suddenly you placed the concept of beauty in a jarred box?... media_text
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Urdu, a language thousands around the subcontinent speak, a language that is my mother language, a language which encompasses a culture, a cosmos of its own. Hidden beneath its charisma is a rich history, defined by... media_text
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This veil of silence is suffocating me. At 88 my shackled limbs are forced to speak. These flowery scarves are making them weep. This fragrance of Abu Jaan is sweet. They burn down Karachi and I need to say... media_text
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There is a shepherd in the desert, His sheep long to be slaughtered. Ice is in his veins He wants to eat the... media_text
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That night we danced till 12 Strangers on planes Layovers and airport gates Awkward moves and aching limbs. I... media_text
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