“Agar firdaus bar roo-e zameen ast, Hameen ast-o hameen ast-o hameen ast” - Amir Khusro

Our bodies covered in Pheran

our land covered in blood

while burning Oud on a Friday morning

pouring Kehwa from a samovar

or drinking from the Jehlum river
our souls harp shiver
i see a heaven

that is mourning over its own funeral
they've raised hell in Maryams's arms

there is red snow fall and red chinaar

and when our birds fly
their broken wings fall

I see broken windows

and I see broken dreams

and somewhere far across these valleys

I see

a young one

picking up the forbidden fruit and not the gun

azaadi

I see

colors

I see the never ending sky

and with these broken wings

we still learn to fly.


Kasheer -By Madiha Shams Khan

To all the countries/ cities and lives effected by conflicts and their daunting aftermath

May the human race realise that love is the only war worth fighting for
May we see white flags and white doves
May we all learn to love