We are witnessing not just the collapse of peace, but the slow, suffocating death of collective conscience.
From Sudan’s scorched villages to Gaza’s shattered streets, from Yemen’s starved cities to Myanmar’s bloody countryside, and now to Kashmir’s trembling borders — the world is breaking into
Nostalgia
Insects’ cries,
Even the weeping of blood,
Fade away on the wooded hills,
Each night silence sweeps over them like waves across a desert.
The nostalgia soaked into my body paints my old hometown
The rice field ridges,
The furrowed ditches.
When twilight brims over,
Children who tended and herded
Not all promises are fulfilled the way we expect. Sometimes, what we never receive becomes the reason we rise the highest.
In a quiet village nestled beside the winding waters of the Rohri Canal, where the soil smelled of wheat and river silt, lived the Manjhi family. Their life was humble, stitched together by simplicity, love, and
TAXI
I put the small sum of money
I had earned the day before
On the toughened palm
Of a pale-faced taxi driver.
Taxi, take me,
Deliver me
To the silent yesterdays
To the happy yesterdays
On the wings of the butterfly.
I have a letter to the dead ones.
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This is neither the first nor the last
The
Representatives of the five post-Soviet Central Asian republics sign protocols
Tashkent
Representatives of the five post-Soviet Central Asian republics have signed protocols and agreements on the allocation of resources from the Syr Darya and Amu Darya rivers to ensure irrigation of agricultural lands while also preserving the
