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[sher-o-shayari]

Introducing the Members of this Blog

Tishtha: UofT Student. 3rd Year. Psychology  and Criminology. Indian. Writer. Poet.  

Haris: UofT Student. 3rd Year. Sociology and Criminology. Pakistani. Socialist. Revolutionary. 

[spongebobfan2k16]

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[karachi2delhi]

This is beautiful, a great submission:

While reading “Freedom at Midnight", the reality of India encompassing of Pakistan really hit me. It got me thinking about my own roots. About the fact that for generations before my grandmother and grandfather moved to Kanpur, in the heart of Uttar Pradesh, where both my mother and I were born, they were from Lahore and Rawalpindi, respectively. My grandmother grew up a Lahori, just like you. She went to a school that still exists, in a locality that’s not too far away from where your old house used to be. She was born in the same land as you were born in, just sixty years before you. Because of her, you and I share the same roots. And not just you and I, every Indian and Pakistani shares the same roots. We come from the same land, have the same ethnicity, speak the same language, have the same national sport. Our independence days differ by 24 hours. An independent that was born not from religious, but political differences. But in all reality, you and I are the same. In a way, that is what hurts the most to know. That’s what is most saddening. I guess it would be easier to accept that we have no future if we hadn’t shared a common past. It’s saddening that the prejudice our countries have towards each other stems from differences between people who were possibly neighbours once upon a time. That the Muslim in your name, and the Hindu in mine is all that it takes for benevolent smiles of onlookers to turn into scepticism. You’re dating him? But. He’s Pakistani. When it really shouldn’t matter that you’re Pakistani, because after all, it’s not the hastily drawn line that cut off our countries that separates us, but expectations. 

[syntaxandsemantics]

communicate (or to not)

beat messages in morse, impatient taps on cold tops, unforgiving tongues are seized, feline prey, claws bared and sharpened, teeth gleaming false smiles "I'm fine" though eyes speak something else, screaming hearts beating out frustration, syncopated in the rough silence everything to say yet nothing is said  (know without words, apology accepted) 

[ammarmali]

why incomplete?

Because I believe human beings are created incomplete, in order that we may strive to seek out that which is missing.