Aziz Akhmad This is not a eulogy to Ahmed Faraz, for I never knew Faraz personally. Nor is it a comment on his poetry – I am not qualified to do that. It is just a memory of a few impersonal encounters with Faraz , which came rushing to my mind when I heard of […]
Mast Qalandar (a.k.a. Aziz Akhmad) Normally, I receive four or five e-mail messages daily that I want to read, mainly from family and friends. That day I received two dozen, or more — from places as far as Swat in Pakistan to San Francisco in the US. It was not junk mail, but helpful advice, […]
Mast Qalandar (aka Aziz Akhmad) Our primary school consisted of 20 odd students, both boys and girls, but mostly boys, ranging in age from 5 to 10, and one teacher. The school had no building. We just sat under a thatched canopy resting on wooden poles, covering an area of a large bedroom. The floor […]
