An Eternal Night

Qadri Inzamam Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and feel someone standing in the corner of my room. I was afraid of opening my eyes to find out a Djinn or Khokh standing right there, staring at me, blankly. Eyes closed, I would crawl my hands on the wall, looking …

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Fire that Charred and Changed Chrar

Qadri Inzamam On a bright Spring Day in the Shrine of Nund Reshi (R.A) at Chrar, a devotee of the Saint becomes my time-traveler and takes me two decades back. Year 1995 The snow has melted but the air is still cold. It is the period when the winter has almost set and spring is …

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Two Empty Graves, Two Martyrs

Qadri Inzamam On the last row of the Srinagar’s Martyr’s graveyard, two graves- adjacent to each other- await the mortal remains of two Kashmiri men who were hanged in India’s Tihar Jail and buried within the jail premises. One grave awaits since 1984 while the other, since 2013. On one epitaph the inscription in archaic …

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Beyond the Figures of Sopore Carnage

From the rubble resurrects the resistance. Qadri Inzamam Fifty Seven people killed. More than 350 structures gutted in Sopore. The figures. The data. The numbers. The bloody statistics that conceal the untold, heart-wrenching and horrendous tales of catastrophe which humans inflict on humans. A three-year old child, who clenches with his small, tender and soft …

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A whimsical Conversation Between a Kashmiri Boy and a Girl

Qadri Inzamam Suhail, a downtown lad, one of those boys who are just bidding farewell to the childhood and are on the footsteps of the youth, has fallen for a young, beautiful, slim and fair girl in his neighborhood. Since Suhail has been an ardent supporter of Kashmir’s freedom and has been part of number …

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Dear Abu, Pray for My Freedom

By Qadri Inzamam “Dear father” Or Should I write 'Dear Abu'? “Dear Abu” “I don’t know when I will return home, but as long as I am here, I am fine…” Last night, they switched off the light early. There was no dinner again. Around midnight, many of the policemen barged into each cell and …

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Why Asia’s Longest Iftaar Party failed to Deliver?

Qadri Inzamam On the footpath along the Dal lake, where the organizers of ‘Asia’s Longest Iftaar Party’ had spread carpets, sat around 50-60 kids (later the number increased) – all orphans –morosely. I talked to many of them and it was obvious from their conversations that they felt uneasy there, trying to hide themselves from …

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