What I Read in the Past Couple of Months

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Always a re-read on 14th August: Kis ki Azadi? [x]

Missing Since 1947 by Hamid Mir [x]

In Lahore, trauma of partition’s silent generation slowly comes to light by Sune Engel Rasmussen [x]

India’s partition: ‘People in their final years are desperate to open up’ by Michael Safi [x]

What Does It Mean to Make Art in the South Asian Diaspora? by Hrag Vartanian [x]

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Elina Chauvet, Zapatos Rojos, 2013, empty red women’s shoes, protest for all the missing/murdered women and girls due to #MVWAG*

Abuse in Pakistan: ‘I’m more scared of harassment online than offline’ by Sabrin Toppa [x]

Pakistan’s New Patriarchs by Mohammed Hanif [x]

Exclusive: Khaadi ripping off workers of over Rs100 million every year by Fawad Hasan [x]

What happens when children recovering from drug addiction spend time at an animal shelter? by IMAGES [x]

Munshi Premchand: The Aam Aadmi’s Author by Gaganjeet Singh [x]

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The moment in history when Muslims began to see dogs as dirty, impure, and evil by Alan Mikhail [x]

Chann Kitthan Translation [x]

‘Hans gayi aur phans gayi’: On the mechanics of laughter and sexual harassment by Kaneez Rehman [x]

The imagined threat of the ‘modern’ woman by Ammar Ali Jan [x]

15 Years by Meenah Tariq [x]

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Parachinar and censorship by Ammar Rashid [x]

In the narrow lanes of Old Delhi, a unique and flavoursome dialect of Urdu is going extinct by Malini Nair [x]

The Chaos by Charivarius [x]

“‘Gender Performativity’ is Victim Blaming” by Huff [x]

The Political Nature of “Human Nature” by Ruth Hubbard [x]

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A post on Parachinar written so eloquently by my friend, N. [x]

Women pioneered computer programming. Then men took their industry over. by Josh O’Conner [x]

Understanding The Language of Female Breakups by Hayley Krischer [x]

Chester Bennington’s Legacy Is In What Linkin Park’s Music Did For Teens Like Me by Kadeen Griffiths [x]

Qandeel Baloch: The Making And Unmaking Of A Working Class Heroine by Sana Saleem & Saad Khan [x]

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The Balloon Seller of Kabul (Taken on May 14, 2008)

Boy recorded coming out to his mother (i cried) [x]

Why Sexism and Homophobia in Old TV Shows Is Such a Big Problem Today by Oliver Lee Bateman [x]

To Stay in Love, Sign on the Dotted Line by Mandy Len Carton [x]

C.S. Lewis’s Greatest Fiction Was Convincing American Kids That They Would Like Turkish Delight by Jess Zimmerman [x]

Ode to my Bitch Face by Olivia Gatwood [x]

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Afghanistan’s Sesame Street gets proud brother muppet by Anne Chaon [x]

I also read:
Salt and Saffron by Kamila Shamsie
A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness
Skimmed through the Millennium Series
Re-read three of Artemis Fowl series

*MVAWG = Male Violence Against Women and Girls
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What I Read in the Past Months

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Spring is welcomes by school children in Parachinar by launching Tree Plantation Campaign

Students’ future at stake as eight govt schools being razed surreptitiously [x]

The Death of a Sanitary Worker in Pakistan [x]

Britain: The End of a Fantasy by Fintain O’Toole [x]

Labour abuse: Is Khaadi’s ‘third-party vendor’ TexMark actually a Khaadi-owned operation? by Fawad Hasan [x]

Meet the man who played Barney the dinosaur by TechInsider [x]

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Please Stop Serving Your Lattes Inside Produce by Tim Forster [x]

Just Give It 7 Seconds by Leah Backmann [x]

My last conversation with Aamir Zaki by Rafay Mahmood [x]

An Old Man at Ghora Chowk by Hafsa Khawaja [x]

When You Love Your Friend But Hate Her Social-Media Presence by Hayley Phelan [x]

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Karachi by night – Zubeda Agha

Miley Cyrus Faces Rightful Backlash in Light of Past Cultural Appropriation by Michael Arceneaux [x]

Reversals in FATA by Afrasiab Khattak [x]

Consider the Mango (my favourite summer read) [x]

Cutting down trees for CPEC by Muhammad Sadaqat [x]

Pakistan to get its first online registry for heart stents by DAWN [x]

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‘Rejection’ erasure poetry by Ben Aaron

You’re not going to believe what I’m about to tell you by The Oatmeal [x]

No country for labour by Ammar Rashid [x]

I’m the human you left behind in the wreckage at Bahria Enclave by Marvi Sirmed [x]

Calm Down, It’s Just a Tote Bag by Mehreen Kasana [x]

SUBTEXT: MANIFESTO OF THE MAN-CHILD by Ahmer Naqvi [x]

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Pride and Eid-ul-Fitar coincided in 2017

What’s Wrong with Cultural Appropriation? These 9 Answers Reveal Its Harm by Maisha Z. Johnson [x]

Fear looms over Karachi’s Afghan Camp as harassment complaints persist by Saher Baloch [x]

The letters of Mikael Muhammad | Short love story [x] (safe to say that I cried)

The Reality That All Women Experience That Men Don’t Know About by Gretchen Kelly [x]

Life and death of a worker by Fahmida Riaz [x]

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A group of Jewish children with a teacher in Samarkand, 1910

Gwadar fisherfolk worry about One Belt One Road by Zofeen T Ebrahim [x]

Let’s discuss the Linguistic & Pragmatic use of the word “nigga” (A Twitter thread) [x]

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter (MY FAVOURITE FANFICTION OMG) [x]

A YEAR OF GOOGLE & APPLE MAPS [x]

‘He Called and Asked for My Friend’s Number.’ Thoughts on Growing Up Behenji by Surthi Krishnan [x]

What Abortion in America Looks Like Right Now by Alexa Tsoulis-Reay [x]

 

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Aaj Jaane Ki Zidd Na Karo

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‘Aaj jaane ki zid na karo’

I’m so angry with you I’m so angry I don’t know what to do with this anger it’s pouring out of me in waves and it has no shore to crash against since you left.

‘Yunhi pehlu mein baithe raho’

I want to ask you to come back and it would be nice to have you come back, of course, but it will be terrible for me and the glass palace I constructed myself into.

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‘Haaye mar jaayenge
Hum toh lutt jaayenge’

Learning how to breathe when you left took time, because your absense felt like the edge of water trying to snake into my lungs if I stopped thinking about not letting you drown me.

‘Aisi baatein kiya na karo’

You taught me how to sing that one song you half-remembered, but you only taught me a quarter of it, promising you’d always be around to complete the words you left out.

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‘Tumhi socho zara
Kyun na roke tumhein’

I used to wake up screaming because all my nightmares saw you leaving, and it’s almost strange because they all are about you coming back now; the thought is terrifying.

‘Jaan jaati hai jab uth ke jaate ho tum’

You convinced me of the fact that I was built for you, my hollows meant to curve around your edges and wear them down, and those grew so so wide that I thought I’d collapse if you ever left.

‘Tum ko apni kasam jaan-e-jaan
Baat itni meri maan lo’

My victories centred around you. I wrapped myself around yours, feeding them with everything I had because I was sure you needed my light to shine (black holes don’t shine).

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‘Waqt ki qaid mein zindagi hai magar
Chand ghadiyan yehi hain jo aazaad hain’

I learned how to love you within deadlines, little chunks of the day I stole just to water into the soil we planted ourselves in, but the soil was all wrong for us, too wet, too alive, too much.

‘Inko kho kar meri jaan-e-jaan
Umr bhar na taraste raho’

I thought this thirst would burrow under my muscles and never leave my throat, and every sip of water would burn like the first one I had after three days of mourning (I was wrong)

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‘Kitna masoom rangeen hai yeh sama
Husn aur ishq ki aaj mairaaj hai’

There’s something to be said about firsts, after all- firsts are terrible, firsts strip you of innocence, firsts stain the lenses you stare out into the world through. Firsts break you.

‘Kal ki kis ko khabar jaan-e-jaan
Rok lo aaj ki raat ko’

What they don’t tell you about firsts is that they’re not the lasts, not always; firsts are warning signs, pressure gauges we embed into our skins for all the nexts and furthers and mores.

‘Aaj jaane ki zid na karo.’

Goodbye. You can leave.

Written by Harnidh Kaur. [x]