Dark Academia for Brown People
Most people, when they think of dark academia is books (that’s the whole point) and ancient languages such as Latin or Ancient Greek. I’m here to tell you that you all are SLEEPING on brown culture. Love that is conveyed in the languages of Persian and Urdu (my native language) crosses borders. Sure, Shakespeare and Sappho wrote great pieces of literature but the stories and poems of Rumi, Manto, Hafez and Iqbal have a special place in my heart.
Some of my favourites are:- (all are translated)
Sit at my grave with wine and a minstrel in a trance, so your smell will raise me from the dead.
My lover’s sadness lit a fire in my heart that burned my chest, there was a fire in his house that burned the nest.
O the day turned night, what a shame, a gazelle of kindness a lion became, my partner and lover grew tired of my words and prayers too.
These are my personal favourites. I can always make a longer post if you all want.
Female poets deserve a whole other post.
As someone who goes to an English-Medium school, we are always taught to converse in English, see the language as a part of yourself but deny a place to Urdu. As I grow older, I have come to appreciate my identity and so should all my fellow brown people. Take pride in your mother tongue.
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