Sunday, January 19, 2020

Torn pages

You know, the creepy sensation between my legs makes me dizzy. That day, in the crowded bus full of chattering men, where I was the only girl- a small girl coming back from school, a hand kept groping at me.

The day I died

People would call me Jan Soab, they still do, but with some suffixes added like Janti or Janatgaar. I left my body last Saturday....

Suffocation in the forest

By Haroon Rashid Dar “Oh, how I love adventure! And today is such a pleasant day... The greenery of nature, the flower booms, and this scorching heat of July..!” thought Muhammad Asif to himself. He made up his mind and...

The neglected

By Umar Lateef Misgar and Khalid Fayaz She called her friend, Sahil, and told him about the chemist who had slid his phone number into...

Ebony Ruler, the Mill Smoke, Heart’s Splinter

That shriek! How penetrable the siren is! It Pierces  my heart. First shriek! Two shrieks are yet to come -the second will be louder than the...

Sheer, 1961

The air was moist from yesterday’s rain and the sun rose reluctantly as if struggling for space, choked by the gushing wind. She sat...

Answer me

This is the translation of 'Jawab Do' - one of the 22 short stories written, originally in Urdu, by Ghulam Nabi Shahid in his...

Thanda Gosht

By Saadat Hasan Manto Soon as Eesher Singh entered the room, Kalwant Kaur got up from the bed, stared at him with her sharp...

A Cockfight

Written by Amin Kamil | Translated from Kashmiri by M Siddiq Beig The moment Ghulam Khan entered the compound, Shah Maal got up with a...

The first attack

Clouds of odorous smoke billowed out from under the two iron channels where the shutter of Ab Jaan’s waan fit. Not presuming it to...
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