Words struggling to break the shackle
If they snatch my ink and pen,
I should not complain,
For I have dipped my fingers
In the blood of my heart.
I should not complain
Even if they seal my tongue,
For every ring of my chain
Is a tongue ready to speak.
– Faiz Ahmad Faiz (translated by Azfar Hussain)
Kabuli voice
In Kabul, people have started talking. There are not just cursing the Taliban. Many of them are also loudly complaining about how bad things are in their locality, their city, their country. Afghans have begun to ask: why are the Americans hitting their children in bombardments. Sometimes eloquence can be a pose to hide one's fears and frustrations. More often, however, it reflects the warmth of confidence, which is what in the end melts the icy block of silence and un-democracy. For millennia, the image of normality in any human society has remained the same—people talking. And boy, are they talking across South Asia!