‘My only crime?’ she asked the Judge, who was going to lay down her sentence, ‘was that I was not strong enough to do it earlier. He, who claimed to be my protector, my husband, violated me. He violated every inch of me. Not only did I suffer abuse by him, but I was repeatedly… Continue reading My Crime?
There is something in the water.It tastes bitter. The air crawls into my neck. My hair are dampened. The sand is harder than rock. It feels like shards of glass. The fire is cold. It freezes my blood. The weather is indifferent. It has forgotten the earth.
I am not going to be proper in my speech nor would I try to be politically correct either because I am not running for office or a Presidential election. I am Sania Iqbal Siddiqui, and a Pakistani. Being born in Pakistan is now considered to be a sin which is supposed to be redeemed… Continue reading Being a Pakistani, Is a Sin.
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