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Writings I — by Qānit

Writings I — by Qānit

n Arabic, fulān (فلان) and its feminine form fulānā (فلانة) serve as placeholders—names for the unnamed, the undefined, the "so-and-so" of speech. These are figures who recede into the background, who are both anyone and no one. One of those...

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Revenge of the Scribes — by Amir Sultan

Revenge of the Scribes — by Amir Sultan

n the Bollywood film Mashaal (1984), Vinod Kumar (played by Dilip Kumar) is a journalist who trusts that voice, appeal, and persistence can shake institutions awake. His...

Absurdist in Love — An Essay by Amir Sultan

Absurdist in Love — An Essay by Amir Sultan

oughly, an absurdist is a person who believes in the meaninglessness and irrationality of the universe. To someone with this worldview, the universe is indifferent — not because it possesses consciousness, but because it offers no inherent meaning...

POETRY

Ruinous Time — A Poem by Saadia Peerzada

Ruinous Time — A Poem by Saadia Peerzada

Saadia Peerzada presents a poem that trails behind the slow passage of the years that are shaped by absence, memory, and quiet and subtle endurance. These verses could as easily be about the unmaking of time that rests upon “a microhistory that tries to put into language an experience that is fragmented,” as the poet explains. Through this poem, one tries to think about an instant when things fell apart as the verses move across a series of annual reckonings while a larger, all-engulfing “Nothing” gradually settles over everyday life and remembrance recedes into a “grayscale” oblivion. The poem resists as an archive of loss to remind of earlier times when normality and erasure coexisted uneasily with a necessary friction in-between.

Homage — A Poem by Ahymon Ayoub Khan

Homage — A Poem by Ahymon Ayoub Khan

Homage Grief leaves my body swollen,as if pulled out from a river afresh.Four times its actual sizeI say four, and not threeBecause three is familiar. I waddle to my bedand pull the quiltover this bag of clay,to signal I am sleepingwhen I am actuallypaying homageto...

ജനൽ | Window | Janal — A Poem by Ayana Joe

ജനൽ | Window | Janal — A Poem by Ayana Joe

ജനൽ  പറമ്പ് പുല്ലുകളിൽമേലെ തണത്ത ഓർമകൾ പറ്റി പിടിച്ച ചില രാത്രികളിൽ ഞാൻ എന്റെ ഹൃദയത്തിന്റെ ജെനൽ തുറന്ന് വെക്കും, ലേശം നിലവെളിച്ചം കുടിച്ച് ദാഹം മാറ്റാൻ. കാറ്റ്‌ വീശിയെത്തിക്കുന്ന മലർത്തുള്ളിമഴയിൽ തുടിയും ഈ പഴങ്ങൾ തൊലിക്കൂട്...

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Is Islamic Marxism an Oxymoron? — by Musa Malik

Is Islamic Marxism an Oxymoron? — by Musa Malik

hroughout the millennia, as human societies have developed and evolved, we humans have found ways to know more about the invisible forces that govern our day to day lives as living, breathing human beings. With the passage of time, we have given...

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