Two poems
By Faakirah Irfan
Tell the parents stuck in hospital lines
That their children’s eyes are nothing but
Collateral damage.
The Kashmir you will never understand
By Faakirah Irfan
While I write this, the Internet connections of various service providers have been shut down. The social media services have been banned, and the only thing working in the state of Kashmir is the ongoing conflict.
Kashmir: Tales from a country without an internet connection
By Faakirah Irfan
As a Kashmiri woman, I feel we do not still own up to the horrible things that are happening in our society. The fact that rape victims live a life of stigmatized identity is what stops the victims to even come out.
Two Poems on Kashmir
By Faakirah Irfan
Until they take down your voice
Gas light your memory
Make battlefields out of your universities
Make martyrs out of toddlers
The occupiers won’t stop.
Two Poems on Kashmir
By Faakirah Irfan & Sartaj Rather
Khaki
Guns and control
Oppression and mutilation
Barbed wires and bunkers that rise on
The fodder of our young souls.
Poems: Women Martyrs
By Faakirah Irfan
The women who are raped in war zones
Aren’t martyrs,
There is no honor in rape.
Poem: Kashmir
By Faakirah Irfan “Write with your eyes like painters, with your ears like musicians, with your feet like dancers. You are the truth sayer with quill…
Memoirs of a rape survivor’s friend
By Faakirah Irfan
The next time she opened up to me about her rape was in class. One fine day she came up to me and told me everything that had happened to her. My heart raced the entire night as I collided with the realities of life I hadn’t known. I wept by the side of bed alone without getting inside the sheets to sleep.
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