Sunday, February 24, 2019
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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.

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...

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...

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...

Thou Art, Thou Alone Art

Written by Akhtar Mohi-ud-Din | Translated from Kashmiri by M Siddiq Beig It is now that my vision is getting clear. Not that I discern...

Discourse of the learned

Through the alleys of the giant library, walled with rags and book volumes, I was walking. Fragrance of old paper was inspiring me to...

The Red Silken Pajamas

Written by Akhtar Mohi-ud-Din | Translated from Kashmiri by M Siddiq Beig Nabir Shaala was already well over three score and ten. For the most...

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...