Much has been said and written about Kashmir, and how this firdaus was turned into a dozakh for its very own people, and how...

Kashmir – My Lost Paradise

This is the story of my village, my home and my paradise that is no longer mine. A quiet and peaceful valley was transformed into the inferno it is today. From the Sufi culture of the early 50s and 60s to the Sharia culture , the entire social fabric of the valley changed drastically. Whenever people would ask me what I would do after retirement, I never had to think twice before replying that I will go and rest under my chinar. But look at my misfortune, both my Paradise and the Chinar are lost for me. Curse be upon Pakistan and it’s cahoots in the valley for having directed their guns at us and put us to flight. My home was lost forever and so was my Paradise.

Porous borders of Kashmir

Mr Jawahar Lal Nehru, where have you landed your own Kashmiri brethren – your own flesh and blood? What were you thinking? Did the political pressure of the British and their western allies weigh far heavier than your love for Kashmir and it’s people? You might be considered a great visionary by some but the decisions you made have had far-reaching and disastrous consequences for the future generations of Kashmir.