Of thoughts divested of the language that narrates them,
Of minds and imaginations captured and purged of their dreams,
Of painters without hands, dancers paralyzed chest downwards, young who are old, and dimpled faces with smashed smiles,
Of having died long before one’s death and continuing to die long after one has died,
Of a paradise that’s a hell,
Of wanting to scream out but retreating into thickening silence as one remembers the smallness of one’s story,
Of the worst smallness,
Of a story with no story to tell its readers who have heard it over and over.
Suhail Khan has studied International Journalism and Political Science from the University of Leeds and is a writer, independent journalist and radio presenter.