By Jimmy Bangash For honour for glory! Amidst Scottish highlands Kilts and the thistle Adorn this brave band For honour for glory! We strap on our swords Our archers are ready Our steeds battle worn For Kingdom and Country We give forth our sons Their spears are levelled Their futures undone Our battle horn sounds The steeds gallop forth Arrows fly passed us And sing to the north Spears pierce throats Blood curdling screams Seconds turn durée For hours it seems For…
By Scheherazade They called me shameless A disgrace For falling in love For wanting control over my own life The heart wants what it wants What could I have done? When I came home that night Trying to creep into my bed There they were Waiting for me instead. Rage on their faces. Slut Whore Beghairat, they said. All I wanted was to be free Soar with these wings Fly, wherever the wind would take me But I carried their honour Like a noose around my neck Which became tight Until…
By Arshia Malik Islamophobia is a term bandied around very casually these days on anything and anybody who stands up to the regressive practices in Muslim culture and denounces their oppressive characteristics. The first to scream Islamophobia are the practicing Muslims themselves at ex-Muslims, or agnostic Muslims, or liberal Muslims who feel they should speak out against the various shortcomings in their culture, their religion, their text and their fellow Muslims. A disclaimer first – I am aware that many cases of discrimination and abuse against Muslims are on…
By Iram Ramzan “Someone’s always watching. Trust me.” These are the words uttered by college student Salma in the BBC 3 drama Murdered By My Father, as she warns her boyfriend to stay away before someone finds out that they are dating. We have all been there, have we not ladies? Most of us, from South Asian or Middle Eastern backgrounds, where the notions of honour and shame are so important, have always been — and always will be — on our guards whenever we leave the house. Because no matter…