All of it joins up to form a long, forever ringing arc of sadness and despair. Every bullet sound, every death, every howl, through years and decades of Kashmir’s solitary, cold suffering. For years now, for long decades now (with profound apologies to Agha Shahid), death has “turned every day in Kashmir into some family’s Karbala.”
Kashmir today, then, is Karbala more than ever. In its grief, in its vast tragedy, and in its lonely but resolute defiance. But when the houses are burned, when the children are slaughtered or their eyes stolen, Kashmir will still remain.Waheed, Mirza. The Blood of Tulips. Dawn. August 11th 2019.
Mirza Waheed starts off this article looking at the tulip garden of Kashmir that moves into a heart breaking retelling of Kashmir’s never ending suffering. If there’s one thing you will read on Kashmir during this brutal start to Autumn let it be this.