Dear #Kashmir, a thread (7)
B, tonight as dawn breaks, it will mark 72 years since you have had to bear witness to a foreign occupation. India, has held their hands to your Jugular vein. Their murky limbs have been asphyxiating you close to a century and I couldn't recall 1/?
B, tonight as dawn breaks, it will mark 72 years since you have had to bear witness to a foreign occupation. India, has held their hands to your Jugular vein. Their murky limbs have been asphyxiating you close to a century and I couldn't recall 1/?
this date until last year. Most believe that our love for you is extinct, Kashmir. They are unaware how my heart has been spewing lava since August 5th and I am afraid this volcano that India has erupted isn't going dormant anytime soon. I am angry, Kashmir. I am seemingly 2/?
always angry, of course there are times my anger melts away, a young girl from India DM'd me and apologised. She said how she has decided not to celebrate Diwali. What a cruel, unconventional and an ironic coincidence, it so happens Diwali this year falls on the 28th of Oct 3/?
Just a day after your 72nd anniversary of brutal tyranny, occupation, annexation, dehumanisation and every other word that describes everything that Allah lets happen. I look at Diwali posters and my heart tightens, I see Indian culture and I hear 'Tulle Naar Chum' on repeat 4/?
I smell Barfi and Jalebi and I stop breathing. The world is celebrating and you are dying and I don't have the answers. I can't fix it and so my anger spills over to the only one who is supposed to listen, Allah. I think even he's had enough of this. So naturally my prayer 5/?
Mat that lies limp in the corner bears the brunt. God isn't listening, nothing's working. People are dying in the hopes for a heaven and my home was a reflection of that promised heaven accept there is barbed wire at every corner and we have to cross India's checkpoints to 6/?
to get to our home. I don't mean our materialistic home, Kashmir, your skies hold my secrets and your mountains have echoed my anger, your lakes have dissolved my tears and your skies have diffused our tension. So you are home and right now green armoured vehicles zip 7/?
past through the night's sky and I can't breathe under this sky that isn't mine. This is not a life. All my Ma can then tell me how this life is meant to be a test, there is no passing this test. Kashmir, God is making it impossible. Just like the Kobayashi Maru in Star Trek 8/?
It was a training exercise in Star Trek designed to test the character of Starfleet Academy cadets in a no-win scenario. I am not a cadet, I just wan't a home to go back to, where I belong, where I don't have to second guess and where I don't have to be anybody else other 9/?
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