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Faiqa Mansab
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This House of Clay and Water
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2017
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The Sufi Storyteller
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The Sufi Storyteller
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Representations of Femininity: Society, Identity and Literature
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Why Do we Read Fiction?
Reading calms me. It brings me the kind of pleasure and joy few things do. Stories are a way for me to recognize other people and myself too. I read all kinds of genres and books and authors according to what I feel I need. There days when i only want comfort reading, and nothing but fantasy will do. Other times I want adventure and I'll read children's books, YA and MG books. I read non-fiction w
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It is hard to find a novel about a woman, written by a man with such a deft hand. An exquisite portrait of a woman. So much was relatable. I had the pleasure of listening to MAF’s talk and he said that the ‘ehsaas’ in observing is what helped him wri ...more |
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| This work carries such great heft and weight despite it being a slim novel. The adab and ehsaas of a writer is evident when he weaves memory, lost cultures and arts not as a tribute to a lost past that is beautiful, but as human stories. I think this ...more | |
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It is hard to find a novel about a woman, written by a man with such a deft hand. An exquisite portrait of a woman. So much was relatable. I had the pleasure of listening to MAF’s talk and he said that the ‘ehsaas’ in observing is what helped him wri ...more |
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“Nobody thinks of protecting others from themselves. It's the people who claim concern and love who damage us the most.”
― This House of Clay and Water
― This House of Clay and Water
“People who roam these roads in their metal cars don't feel, don't see. They will honk and curse if an accident happens in front of them, while the people on motorbikes, on bicycles and rickshaws, will stop to help. They have not travelled enclosed in metal prisons too long, and so the wind and the sun have touched them, helped them remain more human.”
― This House of Clay and Water
― This House of Clay and Water
“You taught me to think, and you put ideas in my head. People read to forget. Books don't change the world, ji. You didn't tell me that. You talked of the dignity of the human spirit to a hijra.”
― This House of Clay and Water
― This House of Clay and Water
“I had never said those words because there were no words left. My beloved and I were both exiles from language. Our love couldn't be expressed in words. Our love had been woven into the melodies rendered by his flute, and it was subsumed in the atoms of the air we breathed. It had been consecrated in this shrine. It had never been named. It was an unnamed thing that had remained unspoken, unuttered, unsaid. I did not need to name it when he could already hear it.”
― This House of Clay and Water
― This House of Clay and Water
“It is not often that I have two options to choose from. It is nice to be compelled towards something, otherwise one drifts through life unimpeded.”
― This House of Clay and Water
― This House of Clay and Water
“I was an utterance in absentia. I was a forgotten word, uttered and mislaid long ago. I was the word that existed because there was another word that was my opposite, and without it I was nothing. I gained meaning only by acknowledging that possible other.
Nida”
― This House of Clay and Water
Nida”
― This House of Clay and Water
“I'd morphed, altered, nipped and tucked away bits of my personality for so long, I no longer recognized myself. I feared that one day, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to identify myself. I'd be forever trapped in an image of another's making, and there would be no escape because I would have forgotten to want to escape.
Nida”
― This House of Clay and Water
Nida”
― This House of Clay and Water
“In the nights though, I couldn't help but weave the golden cloth of my dreams. Each stitch from heart to thought, and thought to heart, was painful to bear, even if it was joyous at times. Because each thread was fraught with the fears of being broken midway, lost and never found again.”
― This House of Clay and Water
― This House of Clay and Water