Hawwa ki beti

Very touching poem, printed in urdu newspaper 'jang' (taken shamelessly from blog of 'suffering with behaviours' but paid off with my own translation and send it to editor of newspaper's magazine. I hope Ms. Shahida Israr Kanwal get it)

Daughter of Eve

Wearing shroud of 'customs'

little dreaded, little afraid

fearfully bundled in herself

either scared of (her own) loved ones, or of people

unaware of privilege of finding her own destiny

sustaining all atrocities, being doll of contentment

as sacrifice and suffering, from nature

granted to her with birth (in her genes)

And she !

knowing her 'evangelical rights' upto words only

(but) can't (even) move her lips

because her loved ones

told her to remember only her duties

and 'stuck' in this 'racket' since ever

atleast so far, she is unable to get freedom