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NISAR GILANI’S TRANSALATION OF Younghusband

NISAR GILANI’S TRANSALATION OF Younghusband

Nisar Gilani’s Translation of Kashmir, As I saw It. By Z.G. Muhammad Irish poet Thomas Moore introduced our beautiful land to the Western World in the second decade of the nineteenth century with these opening verses of his magnum opus Lalla Rookh : “Who has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave”, Most writers believe it was a great introduction that attracted European travelers, tourists, and adventures … Read entire article »

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OF PHERAN AND OUR CHILHOOD

By Z. G. Muhammad Z.G. Muhammad Those were cock-a-hoop days for children in my generation. Everything around seemed in ecstasy. The snowflakes dancing in the sky looked to us no less than whirling dervishes- with Rumi’s cadence. Daily showers of early spring and late autumn had all sweetness for us. The long chain of rain bubbles bursting and re-emerging with rhythm on the tarred roads outside our home brought the rarest warmth to rubicund faces of all children.I admire my childhood days; every small thing made us sing a song of joy. A newly stitched pheran, a recently purchased pair of gumboots or ankle boots (ticha-boot) and even a pair of small wooden clogs, brought us great joy. Those were blessed days of innocence. My impressions about the joy of … Read entire article »

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OF SLIPSHOD DAYS AND MATINEE SHOWS

OF SLIPSHOD DAYS AND MATINEE SHOWS

By Z.G. Muhammad Z. G. Muhammad Should I call them slipshod days?  No, they were carefree day,   really happy go lucky times. I had just passed my matriculation examination and joined Islamia College of Science and Commerce- a college founded by last Prime Minister of Jammu and Kashmir, Bakshi Ghulam Muhammad. It was a fantastic job he had done for our birth burg.  It was first Commerce College in Kashmir. Those days most of the … Read entire article »

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Our Childhood Spiritual Odysseys

Our Childhood Spiritual Odysseys

A view of Srinagar City Nostalgia Growing up amongst Friars By Author Z G Muhammad There was something beautiful- something extraordinary about our city. It is incomprehensible. At least, I have not understood it.  Something has been about it that had made hundreds of Saints, Sages and Sufis converging on it, making it a permanent abode and ultimately the final resting place- the shrines. The lofty minarets and spires of these shrines, centuries after continue to wrap up the city I was born in and brought … Read entire article »

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Ramzan And Our Childhood

Our Religious Schooling By Z.G. Muhammad Reminisces how so sweet they may be, have their poignancy. Many a time writing about my childhood, I feel like Shelly that I am writing, an ‘epitaph of the glory fled’. Believing, ‘the loveliest and the last, is dead’, I hear the cry inside me, ‘Rise, Memory, and write its praise- for now, the Earth has changed its face, a frown is on Heaven’s brow.’ Grand Mosque Srinagar Indeed, the earth has changed; childhood has fled. It cannot be brought back.  Every year on the sighting of the Ramadan moon this harsh reality dawns on me but still, memories, make me bask in the spiritual ambience that overwhelmed our part of the city on the commencement of the holy month. I remember the Sahar Khawan during our childhood would not only just beat drums ferociously to wake up … Read entire article »

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Of Small Joys of Childhood.

Nostalgia Ode to Surnaivoul Z.G. Muhammad Our childhood was full of rhythm and cadence.  On looking back, sometimes for their cheerfulness, I feel envious about my b0yhood, childhood of children of a whole generation born in the fifties. Despite, the voices of the dissent then also asphyxiated and atmosphere of insecurity looming large, it was the beats, bells, and whistles that soared our hearts with joy. In the wee morning hours, it was jingling and tinkling of bells of goats and ewes and whistles of goatherds from the shepherd Mohalla, near my school that woke us up. Or, it was lilting tunes of Santoor and Saz-e-Kashmir, coming out of baithaks of some of the elite houses at a distance that made us toss aside our quilts. In the late evening, it was haunting melodies coming out the flute of jilted lover Gul, that … Read entire article »

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Indu Kilam: Tethered To Roots

Indu Kilam: Tethered To Roots

Indu Kilam Waxes Lyrical Tethered To The Roots   By Z.G. Muhammad It was perhaps the twentieth day of the lockdown. I had lost count of dates and days, sitting in my small ten by twelve feet study, like my ancestors the pit dwellers, I had no idea about the world outside. Dead landlines and lifeless cell phones had gathered dust as thick as scum on the stinking pond in the heart of the city, once a turquoise spring-fed waterbody gasping for … Read entire article »

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