Nostalgia Carpenter with Nimble Hands    By ZGM   I was introduced to the nimble hands   much before, my younger sibling and I began with our tender hands looking for pearls in Kawa-Shup (shells) in the dunes of driftwood in the firewood store of our house. I was introduced to them before; I could  walk without my mother holding my hands. My first introduction to the skillful hands, which I admired in later days of my life was … Read entire article »

Last Relic of Feudal Rule Like a shadow Aziz Malik followed the legendary headmaster Ghulam Mohammed Khadim inside the school     ZGM Looking through the “Pinjra” window of our mud- garden-roof house into the street outside, was one of my best pastimes. That was true about many children in my generation. The colourful processions of the Maharaja with soldiers mounted on tall horse backs, on the way to temple on the slope of hillock near our home and  people … Read entire article »

  PUNCHLINE Message To Hiba Jan   My Father Is Your Culprit Z.G. Muhammad   There has been no laughter in our life. That is true about for three generations born after the famous ‘stroke of the mid-night.’  Still, we have been treading on, braving blizzard after blizzard of the batons and bullets; treacheries and tortures and intimidation and terror- talking and writing about our plight but there are awe-striking moments that freeze up our faculties. One, such a terrible moment … Read entire article »

  Nostalgia Of Tumbrels and  Barges   ZGM The stories at night by our grandmother had a magical charm. The creamy clay daubed walls, with the greenish tincture, and a small electric pendant lamp hanging from a twisted silken wire looking like braids of damsels gave a mystical ambiance to the kitchen of our house. The story of Rostam and Sohrab, during power shutdowns under the dim light of an earthen lamp on Tchaengtaar, small shelf in the … Read entire article »