Talk Literature

A Juxtaposition

Therefore she spake, - the horrors of war
Hidden deceitful on the anvil of door -
On the plank across. Therefore like
Mine explodes. And therefore
People who follow are mad about her -
That the sweet little limbless girl
Might deserve a hundred Nobel
Yet the one who won thus speaks her
They were pulling rallies on street
To mourn the distant atrocity, - yet
The ruins in home are far adverse
In my existential responsiveness -
From the little girl I seek reprieve to be
One of those causing her the injury
Or whatelse upon my torn collar -
My breast open I beat and in laments
Is not that ye talked my faithful pain
For tens of thousands of Malalas
Being shot or maimed. The one may
However tell or may bring certain light
Or least of all crutches from donors
Wheel-chairs and the bunch of medicine
If not bouques clothes and blanket -
Giving in to fate for none priest shout
Nor slogan raised nor am written on wall.

- To a mine victim girl child of Waziristan

Sadiqullah Khan
Hyderabad
June 4, 2021

Malala @ Vogue, girl child victim of mine
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#sadiqullahkhan #MalalaYousafzai #Waziristan #waziristandroneattack #waziristanminevictims

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My condolences on the tragic demise of Sana Yousaf from Chitral, who was brutally murdered at her residence in Islamabad.
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#SanaYousaf #JusticeForSanaYousaf

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Give Sorrow Words

‘Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.’
Shakespeare, Macbeth

He the baboon what curse his heart churn
Like the darkness on his deformed face
That he where come from like he imbecile
Like he out of jealous spleen and lowest
Esteem. From hades he then jumps sudden
Exhaling fires of envy and dirt ridden
Of lower caste and his manners utter crude
An illiterate neandersthal by ugly appearnce
Not in honour but of the primitive vibe
Neither in morals educated nor known
Civilised manner let alone the art of love
He struck his ire in two bullets he the brute
On the fairy of Pamirs and for innocence
Known. How could a match of lowest lowly
Be conceivably betweenn the monster
The angel for he his station didst not know
Such idiotic an affair the devil strikes
The collective conscience of the fair hearts
Thus he takes a revevage of base depravity
Upon the adorable beauty symbolised
The soceity unreachable and he rejected
For his manner and race and for his mind so
Unaccustomed to attiqutte of human way
While all the things he shall be put to justice
And the loss haiunt the stories of horrors
For there spirits of beauty have lomger lives
Which the people in horror listen from elders
She is no more then she lives the skies
Some star in heavens and she inginte nights
Longer though by her stories of beauty
Of betrayal she endured on her white wings
In the dreams visit leave behind scented void.

- To Sana Yousaf of Chitral, a young girl brutally murdered

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
June 4, 2025

Image: René Magritte, La mémoire (1948), oil on canvas, 60 x 50 cm. Collezione della Fédération Wallonie-Bruxelles (FWB) Ministère de la Communauté française, Bruxelles
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#JusticeForSanaYousaf

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It’s a profoundly distressing tragedy, one that erodes faith in humanity’s capacity for hope and goodness. Something which defies verbal articulation. An indelible trauma etched into the collective conscience.
The brutal murder of Sana Yousaf.
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#SanaYousaf #justiceforsana #sadiqullahkhan #tragedy #crimestories #justice #collectiveconscience #PoliceInvestigation

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