The fatal feud!
Aarif Muzafar Rather
The word Azadi struck his ears at the age of 7. It was the period when Kashmir was passing through an uprising...
Dooriyan (Distances)
Omair Bhat
Early Spring.
Heemal.
Frontier District. Kashmir.
Smoke is billowing from the chimneys, rising and swirling in twisting spirals and disappearing in the void less sky stretched...
A Forsaken Mother
Bilal Handoo
It was early seventies when Yemberzal got married amid huge fanfare in downtown Srinagar. A simple girl, she was ruling hearts because of...
Mother, I don’t need their scholarship!
Muntaha Amin
A treacherous journey had ended. I was finally home along with mates. They had shown us door—as we cheered for greens! We were...
This Hope is hopeless
Bilal Handoo
He celebrated like a Brazilian soccer fan over ‘their victory over them’. But more than one party’s win, he cherished the loss of...
Way too late
Muntaha Amin
He sensed the opportunity—that, he could run away. And without considering anything else, he held his breath and made his way out of...
Curfew – A short story
Nayeem Rather
At a time when morning breeze passing over river Jhelum found no one to rejoice it, an old man was walking alone in...
Devastation in Disguise
Jasindah MirSadie looked out of the window of her room, leaning against the wall next to it, wondering where she had gone wrong. She...
Doomed Daughter!
Bilal Handoo
It is one of those medieval houses in old Srinagar that stirred up nostalgia. On its first floor, a traditional Kashmiri window is...
A Letter from Tihar
Bilal Handoo
Already two years have passed since Shaheena’s husband has gone with a group of seven men to other part of Kashmir for arms...
Between reverie and reality
Sheikh Tabish
It was an early winter morning. I and my friend had planned to visit Pari Mahal—a beautiful place in our hometown, Srinagar. Our...
Azadpur’s Children
By: Saima Rashid
Kashmir, 2030…
“We will get it, today or tomorrow. Azadi is our birthright and we shall have it.”
These lines are engraved on a...
The confined tale
Bilal Handoo
It is raining heavily tonight. A haunting darkness has wrapped hundreds of households in downtown Srinagar. The clock has struck 10 pm. In...
Small is beautiful, dogs!
Junaid Ashraf
All the dogs of the high-walled city of Capitaloslovakia came rushing—all at once, seemingly depressed. They walked through the oily streams, beneath the...
An endless search of a mother
Insha Bint Bashir
A free movement curbed half a century ago got partially resumed in the spring of 2005. On April 7 that year, the...
