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melancholywhoree · 9 days ago
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- Do you have any weapons on you?
- I have a longing that's killing me.
Mahmoud Darwish
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Amitav Ghosh on Agha Shahid Ali.
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fatimatuzzohraaa · 20 days ago
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the world is full of paper, write to me.
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ajab-leher · 21 days ago
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Stationery from 'The Half-Inch Himalayas' Agha Shahid Ali
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iamayeshaahmed · 26 days ago
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And Satan would say “I am forbidden to instigate the people this month, but I have ruined the mankind enough that they may mislead.”
-So be not amongst the wrongdoers. Guard your Iman.
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jem-in-eyee · 27 days ago
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The plant named after ‘Ishmael’ & the lady in the vase named after ‘khadija’ / नामकरण
Arundhati Roy, ‘The Ministry of Utmost Happiness’ / Agha Shahid Ali, Call Me Ishmael Tonight: A Book of Ghazals
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theparapraxisproject · 29 days ago
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Touch has a memory.
- John Keats
The desire to embrace (a brush of fingers or a soft caress of hair) is the purest, abiding form of longing common to all, young and old. Touch engenders both passion and trauma. The pandemic forbids us to touch each other, embrace each other without thinking twice and that's where the tragedy lies. This post, would therefore, invoke the memory of touch as translated in art and literature, to reinforce once again that we must survive this seclusion, this pandemic to rekindle our memories of embrace.
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1. "As she rubs Louis's back, Clarissa thinks, Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am." The Hours
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2. "God sobs in my arms. Call me Ishmael tonight." Agha Shahid Ali
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3. "My soul shattered with the strain of trying to belong to earth-" Louise Glück
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4. "I hoped to burn out, through Hella, my image of Giovanni and the reality of his touch—I hoped to drive out fire with fire." James Baldwin
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5. "the love story [the "episode," the "adventure"] is the tribute the lover must pay to be reconciled with the world." Barthes.
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Bertolt Brecht, The Leavetaking; Poems: 1913-1956 (ed. by John Willet and Ralph Manheim)
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zohahaha · a month ago
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لدينا كثير من الوقت يا قلب فاصمد
We have so much time, my heart, so be strong
-Mahmoud Darwish
I want to live forever. What else can I say? It rains as I write this. Mad heart, be brave.
-Agha Shahid Ali
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in5ha · a month ago
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babygirl where are you ? who lies beneath your spell tonight ?
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in5ha · a month ago
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— laurence hope
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in5ha · a month ago
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my rivals for your love—you’ve invited them all?
this is mere insult, this is no farewell tonight.
agha shahid ali / from “tonight”
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pairedaeza · a month ago
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fill your vases with water
for spring is here:
in this blossoming
of wounds,
some roses may also.
Faiz Ahmed Faiz, translated by Agha Shahid Ali. From The Rebel’s Silhouette.
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honeyandelixir · a month ago
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I realize that the earth is thawing from longing into longing and   that we are being forgotten by those arms...... a time to think of everything the earth   and I had lost....
Agha Shahid Ali
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If you leave who will prove that my cry existed?
Tell me what was I like before I existed.
Agha Shahid Ali /Existed/
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consistentlyinlove · 2 months ago
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abandonment
“slander,” franz wright / call me by your name / “farewell,” agha shahid ali / hotel room, edward hopper / “flight,” franz wright / nosedive, black mirror 
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saoo6 · 2 months ago
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The moon did not become the sun.
It just fell on the desert
in great sheets, reams
of silver handmade by you.
The night is your cottage industry now,
the day is your brisk emporium.
The world is full of paper.
Write to me.
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ayushiii · 3 months ago
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Agha Shahid Ali
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aperpetualtramp · 3 months ago
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Whether it is an individual or a nation, we all deserve freedom. You can't put a gun to a person's head and tell him he is free.
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