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Author Archives: Kyla Pasha
Faisal Shahzad: actually, Pakistan is a great ally on the war on terror
“Faisal Shahzad, may the lice of a 1000 camels infest your ass."
Posted in Columnist, Current Affairs, south asia, terrorism Tagged aafia siddiqui, faisal shahzad, gul rahman, pakistan, u.s. 3 Comments
Water
flecked with the debris of
dead civilizations and people
Posted in Arts & Literature, Columnist, poetry Leave a comment
Ashura explosions: sanctimonious murder
We become Yazid.
Moon Market explosions
All the shopkeepers that they've been trading with for 20 years are dead.
Posted in Columnist, Current Affairs, south asia, terrorism Tagged moon market, pakistan Leave a comment
Reflecting on Sheema Kermani: nostalgia and struggle in Pakistani feminism
The fire of the women's movement was ignited then, when women were flogged in public squares for adultery.
Posted in Columnist, feminism, politics, south asia, women Tagged dance, pakistan, sheema kermani 2 Comments
Potohar
The rivers are dry
and open. There are grooves
Posted in Arts & Literature, poetry Leave a comment
Terror in Pakistan: us against them, them against us, fade out
I can sing "Pak Sarzameen" just as well as "The Star-Spangled Banner." I can put my hand on my heart.
The Day Saved
Wonder woman has nothing to do.
Sat on her back porch with her underwear
Posted in Arts & Literature, poetry 1 Comment


Ahmadi killings – we are all guilty