Amid the decades of political chaos, Kashmir has seen a lot. Enforced disappearances, encounters, and protests but pro-freedom people have never given up on the dream of freedom. Like the mountains surrounding it, the valley stood tall, watching its people falling down – cold and dead.
Many rebellious voices have fallen. Lying beneath the ground, breathless. In all these years, the scores are touching the hundreds of thousands.
The Kashmir Walla believes that lives are not merely numbers to be counted, there is more to it. Every funeral leaves behind things; things unfinished, strewn relations and shattered families.
The Kashmir mayhem has destroyed an entire generation and left them all under the soil. In this series, we bring you the stories from beyond the graveyards. We bring you the stories of what those dead have left behind.
We bring you the Remnants of Kashmir’s Dead.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. If I’m a part of his funeral, Allah will bless us all,” 17-year-old Zubair Ahmad Nengroo told his diabetic mother, Mehbooba, while leaving home to attend the funeral of popular militant commander Saddam Hussain Padder on the morning of 5 May 2018. Read more.
Do you remember Asiya and Neelofar?“It’s been 9 years, and every wound is still burning. We are still suffering the same what we were suffering then,” says Ahanger, sitting in an under-lit room, displaying the timeline of his life through magazine covers since May 2009. As the tired Ahanger narrated, the long struggle for justice has always been a walk on spikes for his family. Read more.
A friend looked at the blood-wet t-shirt and replied, “They hit you!” Read more.
One thing that has haunted this Kashmiri father in last eight years was the hide and seek, which he used to play with his only son. Trying to hide the emotions the father took a breath and said, “Whenever he [son] would return to home, I used to hide behind a door. The moment I would see him, I would jump and grab him.” Read more.
A large empty room with locked cupboards. Sunlight seeping in through the windows. A stagnant fan on the ceiling and a Pheran; hanging from the knob on the left corner. “It belongs to Shahid. It still smells of him,” said Mohammed Ashraf Dar, father of the only son in the family, who received one bullet on right upper-arm and two in abdomen. Read more.