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The gorgeous #TinaSani “khari neem kay neechay” 2000 #tapujaveriportraits #tapujaveri #tapulicious #music #pakistan #nikonlegends https://www.instagram.com/p/B2_6CVhBf0l/?igshid=ct8ny5v53l74

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The Lux Style Awards is honoured to present the Lifetime Achievement Award to the ever graceful, Tina Sani for her much-lauded music career. Popularly known as the nightingale of ghazals, she has touched people's emotions with her vocal prowess and truly influenced the Pakistani ghazal culture. #lsa2017 #lsa #lifetimeachievement #awards #icnonic #tinasani #roadtolsa #music #hsy #bizmaxtv

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The incredible #tinasani sings and #sheemakermani dances in our #sot2016 session. #Lahore

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At the AVARI #Lahore with #tinasani #sheemakermani @dperwani #sot2016

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At #sot2016 with @dperwani #zubaidaapa #tinasani #sheemakermani and all

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#TinaSani starts her #TEDXKarachi talk with her mesmerising vocal ...!! What a beautiful voice she has ...

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Faiz for Today

It's been a miserable day filled with sadness, talking to policemen who were mocking a woman brutally killed just because she loved and was lucky enough, perhaps to be loved. It's still May and most times this month makes Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 spring to my mind but today is a day for Faiz.

I used to sing along to Tina Sani's rendition of Bahar Ayee when I was 16 and think that it was about  rebirth and renewal but now at 27 it's more about being stuck in a bizarre repetition of pain . Nothing changes, everything remains the same. One of the activists i interviewed today spoke about how people will move on from this tragedy and forget and live their lives . To be fair why shouldn't they but how does one end this cycle of grief and unfairness, when will the silence of the oppressed become loud enough to shatter this indifference. 

It Is Spring Again

Faiz Ahmad Faiz

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English Translation by Agha Shahid Ali

It is spring, And the ledger is opened again. From the abyss where they were frozen, those days suddenly return, those days that passed away from your lips, that died with all our kisses, unaccounted. The roses return: they are your fragrance; they are the blood of your lovers. Sorrow returns. I go through my pain and the agony of friends still lost in the memory of moon-silver arms, the caresses of vanished women. I go through page after page. There are no answers, and spring has come once again asking the same questions, reopening account after account.