Mariam Hassan Naqvi

  • TIn the midst of woods where two weathers were colliding to conquer the heat of summers, over the coldness of January but at the end winters won the race. While embracing the surprise visit of snowfall in the heated month of April, I thought about the fools of our history. The whole retreat by ...

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  • TI didn’t choose this life, life chose me. I didn’t choose my death, they chose it for me. I didn’t want my father to be imprisoned and killed brutally by the hand of a dictator; I didn’t want his burial in the absence of his family. I didn’t want to breathe after his ...

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  • TO Imam Hussain! We were weeping over the loss of your daughters, we were mourning the miseries of infants, and we were feeling a strong resentment against the brutality of those beasts. I was wondering – what if I see my father being butchered? This thought ran a shivering thrill from my head ...

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  • TLiaquatabad.  It sounds so familiar. After hearing this name I felt a nostalgic pain. Why so familiar? Something stabbed my bosom. How can I forget that night? Liaqat Bagh, 27 December 2007; Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto is murdered. Same words with a different name appeared on the same news ...

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