Book: The Romance of Raja Rasalu and Other Tales
By Raza Rumi Story telling has been a primordial urge, never quite expressed in its fullest measure, but always lingering and floating like life. There was a sub-continent before the colonial interaction that brought in its wake an aesthetic hardened by the industrial revolution and its uniformity of life and space. This was a world rich with myriad identities, of whispers and tales all interlaced in a peculiarly complex kaleidoscope. Since the 19th century that particular aspect of folk story telling and transfer of generational accounts gave way to what is now known as education and knowledge – instruments and reflections of power and a linear world view set elsewhere but adapted awkwardly to the local context. This is why Simorgh Women’s Resource and Publication Centre in Lahore, under the leadership of … Read entire article »
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WHILE THERE IS LIGHT by Tariq Mehmood
While There is Light Tariq Mehmood’s novel , While There is Light, impresses Mike Phillips Courtesy: The Guardian-UK While There is Light by Tariq Mehmood 220pp, Comma, £7.95 The novel opens with a sentence from a letter written by Saleem, a young Muslim on remand in Leeds. “Mother, I am now in jail, in this bitch of a country called England. I may never see you again.” … Read entire article »
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She is a Woman Impure – by Fahmida Riaz
She is a Woman Impure She is a woman impure Trapped in the cycle of blood In the chain of years and months Burning in the fire of lust Seeking her pleasures Mistress of the devil Following his ways Towards that elusive goal Which has no route That meeting of light and fire Which is so hard to find. Boiling blood inside her veins Has torn her breasts, The thorns on her way Have severed her womb, On her body’s shame There is no shade of sanctity, But, O gods who rule this earth, You shall never see This woman impure With a prayer on her lips As a supplicant at your door. Poem by Fahmida Riaz Translated by Mahmood Jamal Fehmida’s portrait courtesy K.B. Abro … Read entire article »
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