Dupatta

Dupatta

By Jimmy Bangash   Dupatta   I stand within the kitchen gazing up to watch my mother As she places back the huge black dustbin lid; having taken out a bowl of flour. White snow upon winter lands captured in her hands. She smiles down at me as I wait in anticipation. Then she begins; as she kneads the dough; a low hum in an octave so angelic telling tales of distant lands in languages I cannot speak And I smile. And I try to catch her tune with my…

They Called me Shameless

They Called me Shameless

By Scheherazade They called me shameless A disgrace For falling in love For wanting control over my own life The heart wants what it wants What could I have done? When I came home that night Trying to creep into my bed There they were Waiting for me instead. Rage on their faces. Slut Whore Beghairat, they said. All I wanted was to be free Soar with these wings Fly, wherever the wind would take me But I carried their honour Like a noose around my neck Which became tight Until…

My People Want Me Dead

My People Want Me Dead

  By Jimmy Bangash   My people want me dead Because I love another man And as I reach out for his hand I must remember it’s Shaytan And that this lifestyle is Haraam My people prize their honour Above sister, mother, brother Above any illicit lover Fake sham marriages instead. My people want me dead Or they want me celibate As they discuss my cock in mosque And muse upon my use of tool Which orifice, with whom? So I internalise this shame Because my people prize their honour…

Dear Mr Taliban

Dear Mr Taliban

By Jalebi Please excuse me but I just saw the news My ignorance was bliss until I saw the blood. The children with the green blazers you know the ones. I have a few questions If you could please clarify these? So let me start with question number one? Do you visit the doctor when you’re ill? Pop pills to control the pain? Where did the doctor learn these skills? A school did you say? DROP YOUR WEAPON! There’s hypocrisy in your hands! The AK47 was made by a WHITE…