How beautiful is the Belief, when we believe in the Almighty How beautiful are the Creatures, when we believe in the Creator How beautiful is the Motherhood, when we believe in the Sacrifices How beautiful is the Fatherhood, when we believe in the Battles How beautiful is the Childhood, when we believe in the Innocence How beautiful is the Dream, when we believe in the Ambition How beautiful is the Contentment, when we believe in the Simplicity How beautiful is the Life, when we believe in the Dead How beautiful is the Love, when we believe in the Care How beautiful is the Happiness, when we believe in the Sadness How beautiful is the Confidence, when we believe in Our self How beautiful is the Beauty, when we believe in Our Eyes.
Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself
A little boy saw his mother and asker her, “Why are you crying?” “Because I need to”, she said. “I don’t understand”, he said. His mother just hugged him and said, “And you never will.” Later the little boy asked his Father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?” “All women cry for no reason”, his dad answered carelessly. The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the wise old Sheikh (Scholar). “He surely knows the answer”, he thought. “Ya Sheikh! Why do women cry so easily?
The Sheikh answered, “When Allah made the woman, she had to be special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave an inner strength to endure both childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. He gave her a toughness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to lobe her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, it’s hers. You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where Love resides.
Soak your memories in a warm cup of kehwah,while indulging in the varied landscapes of Kashmir. Take in the crisp misty air, while gorging on warm kashmiri pulao and homemade rista. Feel your heart synchronise with the gushing water that travels from the glaciers above. Dust the snow off your shoulders after a long trek up a hill and watch the sunkissed,snowcaped mountain.
Kashmir is painted with unique culture that keeps you intrigrued throughout your journey, from Srinagar to Sonamarg and Gulmarg till Pahalgam.
Being a part of such a place of beautiful simplicity and pristine natural beauty I always feel a sense of peace and ease. Nothing feels more soothing than letting your fingers glide through the chill waters of the Dal Lake, while chatting with family on a shikara boat. Kashmir has an intriguing cuisine that keeps your taste buds wanting for more .
The Kashmiris, unlike the political strife that the state has been under, are very peaceful. Beneath the uneasy calm in the Kashmir valley after the abrogation of Article 370, people were shocked and angry. On the Boulevard along Srinagar’s Dal lake, there was silence. Barring the horns and screeches of a few vehicles that were on the road with special permission,there was emptiness. Tourists, both Indian and Foreign had departed. Houseboats were vacant. People still don’t know if the situation will improve at all even after the restrictions are lifted. People were sure that this time they were staring at something far bigger from what they had faced from 1990’s. Since August 5,2019, the valley has remained peaceful mainly due to enhanced security measures and a massive deployment of troops. The restrictions on the ground seemed like a well enforced lockdown. Srinagar is still a city of barricades. Moving from one place to another is always a nightmare for Kashmiris,the challenges include managing their daily rations and bringing patients to hospitals. Large number of ambulances were on roads but with telephone lines down ,the ambulance helplines were not working. We were angry mainly on two counts. One, our decades-long previleges were undemocratically and unceremoniously curtailed. Two, we were distort by a total communication blackout till last November.
Me and my sister were in Bangalore that time and we were struggling to speak to our family. We were trying to call them but the communication blackout was imposed in Kashmir. We recieved money from home a month ago and we were unsure of how long it will last. Many Kashmiri students like us, were grappling with financial hardships. We were so stressed when we got to know of the complete shutdown in the beginning.
We were unable to go home for Eid as the situation in Kashmir was tense. Crying on your birthday is one thing. Have you guys ever cried on Eid? We were eagerly waiting to hear from our family.
It is really unfortunate to be a part of world where your family at the end of the conversation tell you, “Don’t worry, if you don’t hear from us for few days or weeks”. I pray that there shouldn’t come a time in your lives when you are told you can’t contact your family till further orders. Sometimes a thousand words can’t explain the pain of slavery but a single shot. This is KASHMIR. The valley of fear and tear and state sponsored genocide.
Sheen galli,wândî tczali tî beyi ye bahaar (snow will melt,winter will pass and spring will arrive again)
Women, Oppression and Strength 