on form: Sajad has been a political cartoonist since the age of 14 (!). maybe back in his newspaper he got paid by the volume of ink he could consume, which is why he has portrayed all Kashmiri characters (ie the bulk majority) as stags, black outlines filled-in with ink strokes, but not allowed the luxury of a solid black fill, or the clarity afforded by outlines. possibly it's deliberate, but IMHO it's very distracting. Inside the comic Sajad notes Joe Sacco as an influence, but he doesnt come close to the emotions Sacco can capture through the varied depictions of faces - nearly all of Sajad's faces are snouts of Hanguls, with their diamond eyes struggling to shoulder the entire face's burden.
on matter: this is clearly unique, i cant recall any work from a contemporary Kashmiri author on Kashmir (except maybe Aga Shahid's), let alone a cartoonist's; and hence (much as Sajad might hate it) a representative work - and treated thus, it's eye opening what he has to say. I was surprised at the vehemence with which Sajad has insisted that Indian forces are 'occupying' Kashmir, and barring one kind comment on the army, shown the Indian police as torturing the populace in varied ways - mass killings of young children, fake encounters, rampant corruption, prejudice against local populace, hardships on everyday life imposed by curfews etc. He asks for independence for Kashmir, or atleast asking the people about it in a fair fashion, but glosses over the difficult politics around a sensitive matter such as this. 'Indians' are reduced to being invaders from a different country (India), and Pakistan is only mentioned in the context of the 1948 war where 'local tribesmen' ventured into Kashmir and reached what's now the LoC.
Maintaining some distance and commenting on what various local and international players think or have thought about an issue as complex as Kashmir is hard, but Sajad doesn't profess to tackle that - he offers his own story: the story of a politically motivated teenager who works for the region's most prestigious newspaper but takes his ailing mother to the hospital on his bike, is lovestruck by a visiting Western filmmaker, and dreams that his favourite brother is dead. In doing so, he comments on how the buildings are full of bloodstains and bullet holes, and how he's accused of being a terrorist when bomb blasts rock India's capital when he's once visiting it.
Tl;dr - read about one guy's life in Kashmir.