Memories

Jammu massacre: an eyewitness recalls

Bloodbath are not alien to Kashmir perturbed past- they are the inseparable part of it.  One such scene of carnage of innocents was witnessed– in the same

Memories of the Hajj, From Mother to Son

This week my 41-year-old son will make the pilgrimage to Mecca to perform the Hajj—the once-in-a-lifetime requirement for all Muslims who can afford the journey

Dreams– a poem on Kashmir

Memories of horrors from waking hours weighing down on the stricken chest as Fuseli’s incubus Visions of dreadful epochs shouldered with broken bodies, grasped

The whorls of that ‘flower’

O ye the mortal souls, I want to unfurl those whorls, The whorls of that flower, The whorls of that bower, That once blossomed! That once flourished! A paradise o

Kashmir: a curfew within

I plugged my ears with cotton and went to sleep after hearing the last newscast. It didn’t report I was dead. That means I am still alive. __(Mahmoud Darwis

Witnessing Guru hanging in Tihar

The old parents of Mohammad Rafiq Shah from Srinagar visited Tihar Jail to meet their son. Shah, a student of University of Kashmir, was picked up from his home a