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Monthly Archives: May, 2017

Education And Empowerment of Travancore Muslims: Rediscovering The Role of Vakkom Moulavi

Sajeena Beevi. A Research scholar University of Kerala Introduction Prior to the origin of Islam as a new faith in Arabia in the seventeenth century A.D, Arabs...

Get united for the Revolution of our Generation

When capitalism incorporates new forms and models, from whatever is newly created, to thrive in contemporary times, proletarians must adopt new responsibilities in order...

Better Half – Sarah Abdi, Uttar Pradesh

The ink was withered, but the bruises were etched forever. The creases could be traced to his grip, impressions faded. Scanning every stroke, her eyes paused. "I'll wait for...

How far to go

In a silent evening when all nature’s sounds are clearly audible, watching a crystal clear stream closely is a blessing in life. The Sun...

Say No to Terrorism; We are for democracy

India lost two of its prime ministers (in addition to many others) due to terrorism. We may have disagreements with government on number of...

The Clouds of Loss – Akshat Shukla, Uthar Pradesh

The Clouds of Loss: The wafting clouds Swell with dark emotions, Shedding thick teardrops Over the immensity of silence Prevailing over humanity; They drench the blankness And sterility of souls Marooned on...
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The Forgotten Daughter of Port Adamaro

The story entails the political-historical period of the 1970s when the Dalit Panther movement was soon, to begin with, the influence of the Black Panther movement of the west. The following short story speaks of the relationship of two sisters under the premise of the revolution.

Resurrection

i have arrived at my altar. hark! i rise, i flourish, i pirouette on my one toe and float like a...

Stalking Prisons

The streets are empty with no one in sight, I check the big clock of the tower behind the basilic of Saint Francis of Assisi. It’s 2 o’clock on a mid-summer Tuesday afternoon. Everything’s shut. Everyone’s resting. My heart’s hitting the walls of its all so tight ribcage, as I need to cross the brightly lit square and go to the other side.

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Reviewing ‘Obsession and Wild Pigeon’ by Ismat Chughtai

My interest in Ismat Chughtai developed when I first...