VERSE | LET ME BE ME

For all the girls, and the women young and old, who are made to feel less, inferior or impaired because they have dreams that are different to the ones dreamt up for them by others. May you find the strength and the passion to be you. Why must I be what I don’t want toContinue reading “VERSE | LET ME BE ME”

VERSE | ANOTHER TIK IN THE WALL – Part Two

A tribute to all the young women who are constantly attempting to be bigger than the patriarchal shadows cast upon them. (This is in specific response to the most recent mauling by hundreds of men, of a girl who was making a video on Independence Day at Minar-e-Pakistan – a monument ironically, symbolising freedom andContinue reading “VERSE | ANOTHER TIK IN THE WALL – Part Two”

FEATURE|LETTER FROM AN AFGHAN GIRL TO HER TALIBAN CAPTORS

This is a tribute to all the women in fact who are oppressed, reduced and shamed in the name of religion, and who still find the strength and dignity to go on another day. O Talib*, O ye self-professed Learned One,I have something to say to you. You can whip up monsters from the airContinue reading “FEATURE|LETTER FROM AN AFGHAN GIRL TO HER TALIBAN CAPTORS”

SHORT STORY | LOVE IN RAWALPINDI – Part One

Nighat pumped the accelerator and the clutch in frustration. The traffic on Murree road at this time was absolutely crazy. The end-of-school rush was upon everyone and it was mostly the hapless parents or their designated drivers who were on the road at this time. The only other people who dared to brave the snakingContinue reading “SHORT STORY | LOVE IN RAWALPINDI – Part One”

VERSE| I AM THE MAN

How many more of our girls will it take in its perverse, rabid death grip before we as a society change our attitudes to the way we bring up our sons? This is for Noor, Qurat-ul-Ain, Saima and the countless nameless others that we never get to hear of. I am a manI was bornContinue reading “VERSE| I AM THE MAN”

SHORT STORY| ROSE TALCUM POWDER – Part Two

(I) ‘There you are! I’ve been looking all morning for you!’, said a chirpy Rizwan when he finally saw Sana. Sana grinned back, still cloaked in her haze of joy. She had been assigned to the locker area in the basement for the day since the regular staff had called in sick. ‘We’re going outContinue reading “SHORT STORY| ROSE TALCUM POWDER – Part Two”

SHORT STORY | ROSE TALCUM POWDER – Part One

A babble of raised voices filtered upstairs from the salon on the ground floor. Sana looked up from the video she was watching on her phone and wondered if it was another begum of leisure who was throwing a hissy fit. How she hated this raucous upheaval of the sanctity of her home. Why couldn’tContinue reading “SHORT STORY | ROSE TALCUM POWDER – Part One”

SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part Two

Over the course of the last year, it had become a weekly tradition for Zubaida and Sikander to meet for lunch at a little restaurant near the Malik Art Studio. There were a handful of safe, soul-restoring places around the city that Zubaida frequented as much for their therapeutic vibes as for their practical purposes.Continue reading “SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part Two”

SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part One

This story may be read as a continuation of an earlier piece of work titled The Sins of Our Fathers. You can read that here: https://theroamingdesi.org/2021/06/09/sins-of-our-fathers-part-one/ Zubaida looked at herself in the mirror as she always did before heading out of her one room apartment; straight into the eyes of her reflection. She passed onContinue reading “SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part One”

VERSE| WE, THE WOMEN OF PAKISTAN – Part Two

This is a tribute of determination, hope and new beginnings not only for the Pakistani women, but for all the heroic women around the world who are speaking out and standing up for themselves against all manner of cruel and brutal patriarchy. It is also a testimonial and a resounding voice of support for thoseContinue reading “VERSE| WE, THE WOMEN OF PAKISTAN – Part Two”

SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part Two

It had been decided. Zubaida would be given to the fallen girl’s family as retribution for the crime. An eye for an eye. Rab Nawaz had no family of his own so his brother, his next of kin, would deliver on the blood loyalty. For Haq Nawaz, there was no land to give away, noContinue reading “SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part Two”

SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part One

Zubaida looked into the little mirror that hung on a nail on the otherwise bare wall of the room. She took a bit of kohl on her little finger and applied it on her lower eyelids. She thought for a moment of putting a bit of rouge on her lips but decided against it. HerContinue reading “SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part One”