Ishtiaq Wani

Multimedia Journalist

Menu Skip to content

About
Literary
- Poetry
- Fiction
Stories
Visual
- Photography
- Videos
Audio
Exhibited Work

March 19, 2016January 19, 2017Wani Ishtiaq

audio Hakeem’s of Old Delhi

Advertisements

Share this:

Twitter
Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

Related

Audio

Post navigation

Previous After this…

Next E-Rickshaws in city hit new roadblock

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (Address never made public)

Name

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

w

Connecting to %s

Notify me of new comments via email.

Notify me of new posts via email.

Social

View wani.eshtiaaq’s profile on Facebook
View twitter.com/wanieshtiaaq’s profile on Twitter
View waniishtiaq’s profile on Instagram
View Wani Ishtiaq’s profile on LinkedIn
View Ishtiaqwani’s profile on GitHub
View Wani Ishtiaq’s profile on YouTube

Twitter

Instagram

Autograph please? First published author I know personally. @nafsmanzer @westlandbooks #beingmuslim #books #nonfiction #indiabooks #india #writersofinstagram #identity #politics #jamiadiaries #jamia #memoir #bihar #narratives #bandw #anordinarymansguidetoradicalism #neyazfarooquee #stories #personal #batlahouse

Dawn of Freedom This stain-covered daybreak, this night-bitten dawn, This is not that dawn of which there was expectation; This is not that dawn with longing for which The friends set out, (convinced) that somewhere there we met with, In the desert of the sky, the final destination of the stars! Somewhere there would be the shore of the sluggish wave of night, Somewhere would go and halt the boat of the grief of pain. By the mysterious highroads of youthful blood When (we) friends set out, how many hands were laid on our skirt’s; From impatient sleeping-chambers of the dwellings of beauty Arms kept crying out, bodies kept calling; But very dear was the passion for the face of dawn, Very close the robe of the sylphs of light. The longing was very buoyant, the weariness was very slight. It is heard that the separation of darkness and light has been fully completed, It is heard that the union of goal and step has been fully completed; The manner of the people of suffering (leaders) has changed very much, Joy of union is lawful, anguish for separation forbidden. The fire of the liver, the tumult of the eye, burning of the heart, There is no effect on any of them of (this) cure for separation. Whence came that darling of a morning breeze, whither has it gone? The lamp beside the road has still come no lessening, The hour of the deliverance of eye and heart has not arrived. Come, come on, for that goal has still not arrived. (Copied) Faiz Ahmad Faiz #instabook #india #pakistan #history #partition #writing #midnight'sfuries #nisidhijari #humanity #migration #longform #legacy #faiz #freedom #aazadi

Search for:

Recent Posts

For Medical Tourists in India, Scams Worsen an Already Traumatic Experience
How E-Waste Workers in Delhi Jeopardise Their Health to Earn a Living
Explainer: A medical tourist’s journey
The E-Graveyards of India
For persecuted Rohingya Muslims, a place to call home in India

Advertisements

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

%d bloggers like this: