How often do you hear people talk about Romance with an Islamic context? Talking of romance, of love generally speaking – in front of many Muslims would raise eyebrows as the image of ‘Romance’ and ‘Love’ that we have today is what is presented by the Holly/Bolly Wood or the loads of novels that come…
Category: Kashmiri life
Yay! Its spring!
I noticed the first flowers of Spring. Yes! Spring has announced its arrival. With the sun shining brightly, as if smiling down on us. The gentle breeze carrying with it the scent of the first flowers of spring. I saw a few daffodils bloom and I know there is going to be a splash of…
The Koshur Vegies
It’s been a long time since I wrote. Didn’t quite feel like writing. I guess the cold has kind of frozen those inner thoughts that used to find space in this blogsophere. So what brings me here today? Well as simple — trying to figure what you call monji in english. It all started with…
Sheen pyow… Prayer answered.. sort of…
Yesterday, I had had enough.. of the dry winter spell.. and as I read GK today I saw that Kashmiris in general have had enough… There had been prayers held in Jama Masjid for rain and snow.. and this morning as the clouds showed up. I saw the initial raindrops with hope and a bit…
Snow plz!
Sheena pyatow pyatow… Its 4th of January, 15 days into Chillay Kalaan — temperature in Kashmir is freezing — and it is a dry winter. There is no snow. With temperature going down to minus 7 in Srinagar, the Dal has frozen. And people look up in wonder hoping for snowfall. A snowless winter has…
Chillay Kalaan
Chillay Kalaan– or the 40 coldest days in Kashmir start from 21st Decemeber, followed by Chilla Baccha, which is less harsh. Generally in Kashmir, people wait for Chillay Kalaan, preparing themselves to meet the chill that is about to make life difficult. Winter being a part and parcel of the Kashmiri way of life has…
Its a dry winter…
It’s a dry winter again. Splashes of a few raindrops in the city some days back brought hope of a normal winter, but it has been abnormal again. I think of the blog posts of last winter — its almost like things are being repeated. Now, why am I complaining? Isn’t winter supposed to be…
Baap ki sadak hay… (the road belongs to their father…)
Or that is what they think! With an intense hatred I stare at the convoys, the army vehicles, the armed men who think they own the roads and shove us about and around as per thier wishes. A shrill whistle a uniformed man standing on top of the army truck and waving his hand… (implying…
Amazing Dal!
Dal Lake is at the heart of Srinagar city. Imagine the lulaby of the oars as they play at the cool Dal waters. The pictures say it all. Beautiful indeed. SubhanAllah! (all pics (c) 2007 Asma Yasrib )