The cocoon they live in
We heard about the killings and rapes of Kashmiri Pandits. Once this protest is over, I’m going to read about these things.
breaking out of the mental ghetto they are commonly accused of inhabiting. Not merely using the Constitution to save themselves, but actually leading the fight to save the Constitution on everyone’s behalf. That’s why the Shaheen Bagh template has been replicated in countless other corners of the country.
That gradual accretion of traumatic public events, which seemed in each INStance directed at you personally, was a common experience for Muslims. Each moment felt on the skin, as it were. The slow pile-up of incidents of lynching by cow vigilantes, the causticity and often the casual communalism in workplace conversations, the frequent airing of an inimical sentiment from high office. Then there was news of a brute electoral majority, coming with the seeming inevitability of a high tide. Then a court verdict. All certitudes seemed to be caving in, everything seemed to be closing in suddenly. The fear psychosis was real, if unspoken. Not a few began to consider moving out of the country
Main Adam aur Hawwa ki santaan, mera maadar-e-watan hindostaan, Mohammad mera nabi, Allah mera khuda, Ambedkar mera shikshak, Buddha mera shuru, Nanak mera guru, aman mera mazhab, ishq mera iman Main khaufkha ke darjane se, Bemaut maare mar jane se Main inkaar karta hun. Mere hi mulk mein mujhe haq ke bajaye bheekh dijaye, Mujhe kisi register mein
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