The Pakistani in the Mirror (eBook, ePUB)
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In the amber glow of twilight, beneath the long shadow of India's hard-won independence, a cruel paradox festers. Here, where the air was once thick with the scent of burning foreign cloth and the roar of Bengali revolutionaries igniting the path to freedom, a silence now falls-broken only by the sound of weeping. Recent reports paint a scarlet picture: Bengali-speaking Indians, the descendants of those who led the charge against the Raj, are hunted in the neon glare of suspicion. Accused of being "Bangladeshis," they face the stench of rotting jail cells, the cold steel of handcuffs, and the ...
In the amber glow of twilight, beneath the long shadow of India's hard-won independence, a cruel paradox festers. Here, where the air was once thick with the scent of burning foreign cloth and the roar of Bengali revolutionaries igniting the path to freedom, a silence now falls-broken only by the sound of weeping. Recent reports paint a scarlet picture: Bengali-speaking Indians, the descendants of those who led the charge against the Raj, are hunted in the neon glare of suspicion. Accused of being "Bangladeshis," they face the stench of rotting jail cells, the cold steel of handcuffs, and the humiliation of forced deportation. The air is heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the sordid whisper of bribes demanded by those in khaki. These 25 poems, pulsating with the colors of bruised skin and the sounds of shattered dignity, carry the refrain: "If I am Bangladeshi, you must be Pakistani." They use lights, scents, and visceral sounds to expose the absurdity of labeling the architects of freedom as enemies.
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