Mushtaque B Barq

Backpacks

Backpacks

  Mushtaque B Barq What else a sunny morning can bring at fore, watching school going kids carrying heavy backpacks rushing in all directions to occupy their favourite seat in their school buses. The thrill of this rush may not encourage their parents but for kids it means like conquering a fort, defeating the army […]

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 Dreadful dusk

 Dreadful dusk

Dusk had fallen heavily over the frail film of jaded river.  Every wave had carried much filth today. Muck of imprudent figures and bitter quivering of human heart too had dumped aborted emotions. Venomous rattle and hoot of hypocrites on one hand and drum beating of politicians on the other assisted with their cynical predicaments […]

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Nurture your relation

Nurture your relation

What if she is not compared with the moon? and he not with the glimmering sun, shall the clock on the wall stop ticking? or the rainbow after a shower break its bow, better is to be what one is capable of than to be what he is not. A new spring of deliberation burst […]

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Scream!

Scream!

Her screams carry the echo of  mericless  pain to every corner of the ward. In general wards thin curtains only separate the patience yet they are connected. Connected through tribulations, plight and fear of losing the battle. They despite separation share their invisible agonies either in the form of occasional cries or sighs. Even prayers […]

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ZAMROODA       

ZAMROODA       

Illiteracy and education, poverty and luxury, suffering and sacrifice has scripted Zamrooda’s tale of anguish.  The worst wave that whirl pooled  the hut occupied by a widow along with four daughters was the death of her husband, the only support, fighting with fate till the destiny conquered the fort of life, leaving the hut in […]

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‘You are a traveller’

‘You are a traveller’

Beloved halts communicate beautifully

  Traffic at once stopped at Athwajan. The road emerged as a junk yard.  Life seemed blocked on the road, exhibiting interest and luxury on one hand and a need coupled with limitation at the other. Between two high end models, a car run of the mill fit to be dumped exposed the limitations of […]

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Micro fiction stories    

Micro fiction stories    

   Probe He was looking at the micro screen of his cell phone. Occasionally a faint smile like a guest from remotes and frequently a sigh like an excruciating gust after hitting the frozen peaks were pulling his dull cheeks. His eyes like his face were clasped between stares and blinks to amplify his agony […]

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Micro-fiction stories

Micro-fiction stories

TRUST    Throughout the year Karim had seen many atrocities, brutal assaults and crackdowns. His brother was already killed by the men in uniform in the last year’s uprising.  And before tulips signed in this year, he had already informed her about leaf fall. On the fourteenth moon night last month when stars were winking at […]

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Our Narrative

Our Narrative

From those wires, I did listen The last words of my son But never through these wires are carried The pain of losing a son, These wires only carry sighs… And when they shall learn to broadcast My erased verses  For lack of words written by blanks You receive a phone call. The caller is […]

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‘Gulshan ka Qadi’

‘Gulshan ka Qadi’

TRIBUTE: Translation of Sahil Maqbool’s Urdu short story

Don’t know of what mysterious sins I have been penalized, least I know the reason of the ordeal or try-out I have been put to and bafflingly how and when I was restricted in this garden. I was unaware of the my identity, my name to me is yet another issue to be set on, […]