The quality of these short stories varies quite alot, sometimes I feel that the translation may not have suited them.
But there is strenght and resilience, protest and melancholy in these pages.
Mostly we meet women who are prisoners in their homes, marriages, families and cultures. Yet they manage to dream, hope and sometimes even stand up for themselves. Sometimes the strenght is in the words only implied but not spoken, like the faith of the powerless woman in 'A manly act' by Neelam Ahmed Bashir. Sometimes the physical abuse can be tolerated no longer, and Nisa's inner struggle with herself in 'The spell and the ever-changing moon' by Rukhsana Ahmed is tormenting and catches a universal feeling of women's plights in abusive marriages everywhere.
Stories of poverty and what we do to ensure the survival of our loved ones is guttingly portrayed in the mad woman's tale in 'Dilshad' by Zaitoon Bano. A reminder of that if we do not judge people but listen to them, they transform into what could have been you or me.
As with 'Paper money' by Razia Fasih Ahmed, who eloquently portray the gulf between the educated author who values paper for what is written on it, and his(her?) illitterate servants who see the same as a few rupees worth of garbage.
My favorite novella was 'The testimony' by Afzal Tauseef. An Orwellian pastische with plenty of historic and literary winks, portraying a police state (calling them Gestapo), where one lonely soul struggles to uphold her moral belief in the truth, against greed, lies and corruption, putting herself and her children in danger for her conviction. "Why does the straight path lead to the gallows? Why not life? Have paths forgotten their destinations?"