BOOK LAUNCH! THE GIRL WITH THE PAISLEY DUPATTA

Dear all, It is with a mixture of joy, some pride and truckloads of excitement that I announce the publishing of my second book – my book of short stories. This enterprise of the heart has been in the making for the past two years and has finally culminated into an anthology of tales. ItContinue reading “BOOK LAUNCH! THE GIRL WITH THE PAISLEY DUPATTA”

VERSE | THE QUINTESSENTIAL SINNER

She gets out of the car, adjusting her shalwar The legs one mustn’t behold, out of their fabric strongholdsThe ankles though, for a moment showTheir shameful curvature.It can’t be helped you see, we are bipedal beingsBut we can’t see the nuances of practical biologyWhen blinded by the nobility of our formidable patriarchy,And cloaked in outContinue reading “VERSE | THE QUINTESSENTIAL SINNER”

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

This is for Noor, Qurat-ul-Ain, Saima and the countless nameless others that we never get to hear of, that have lost their lives to the shameless, lawless brutality of the men in their lives. I am a manI was born the only son of the familyI was born in the arms of plenty even whenContinue 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 royal 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”