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On my Instagram feed

a tourist adds a filter – illusion sets in

picturesque valleys and mountains

 

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On my Instagram feed

a sister adds henna – rigor mortis sets in

picturesque valleys and mountains

 

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On my Facebook feed

algorithms took a shikara picture

everywhere

 

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On my Facebook feed

algorithms took away the professor’s profile

online versions of

missing graves

 

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On my Twitter feed

retweets of fascism

never run out of data

 

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On my Twitter feed

a country runs out of

β€” obituaries

 

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Meeting Malcolm X

Wish Malcolm X knew that he inspired millions in Kashmir.

2010 was the year, that was a turning point or a generational shift for the millennial in Kashmir. Growing up in strife-torn country, where violence and death were normalized. That year, I stumbled again on Malcolm X. Continue reading “Meeting Malcolm X”

Born in a curfew, in a snowstorm

2 AM
31st of December 1990

Her soft cries are turning into loud screams. Her father tells her mother, “Wat yi bistar” (put the sleeping mattress away). Her mother holds her head, “Khuday kare sahal” (God will make it easy for you, the father is deeply engrossed in reciting from the Quran. Her other cousins come in with their parents.Β  Continue reading “Born in a curfew, in a snowstorm”