tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445622349588272245.post8257613028126827503..comments2023-09-27T15:55:47.394+04:00Comments on Khadija Ejaz: A Letter to the DepartedKhadija Ejazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16334905256694526380noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445622349588272245.post-60588150363525431402019-09-01T04:51:04.650+04:002019-09-01T04:51:04.650+04:00Your emotions move powerfully through the writing,...Your emotions move powerfully through the writing, and move the person reading them. There is so much resonance here. I remember my dadaji similarly. And my Nani..<br />Thank you for sharing, Khadija. Your writing touches a chord at multiple levels. Looking for a namehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16003229447432509962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445622349588272245.post-53032281053862914382019-09-01T04:46:55.227+04:002019-09-01T04:46:55.227+04:00" You have a curious way of battling through ..." You have a curious way of battling through the muck and clutching truth by its collars, propping it up for all to view. Thank you."<br />Couldn't agree more!Looking for a namehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16003229447432509962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445622349588272245.post-25664865242522612622012-05-12T14:22:33.910+04:002012-05-12T14:22:33.910+04:00OMG thank you all for the wonderful feedback. *hug...OMG thank you all for the wonderful feedback. *hug* The writing process isn't ever quite complete without the feedback.Khadija Ejazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16334905256694526380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445622349588272245.post-89388637462735474222012-05-08T13:09:47.369+04:002012-05-08T13:09:47.369+04:00What a powerful portrait... Reminded me of my dad ...What a powerful portrait... Reminded me of my dad who passed away over a year ago. Reminded me of my Dadi who passed away when I was 12 but whom I will always remember for looking directly at me with love and compassion and actually seeing me. Like all good writing it had the familiar and the new in am intricate beautiful dance. Congrats on writing such a beautiful piece.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445622349588272245.post-25986026221101506292012-05-04T10:26:16.058+04:002012-05-04T10:26:16.058+04:00This is quite close to what I went through a while...This is quite close to what I went through a while back. I've never been close to my family. Always the black sheep, the one who didn't join the family business, the one who didn't not think. Or so I thought.<br /><br />I never knew my grandfather. He died five years before I was born. All I knew was that he spent the last few years of his life in paralysis. That he built a business from scrap in a city that had more trees than people. I saw his portrait, a new garland of flowers everyday. I never knew him. And then I found out, he used to be a poet. I never, ever felt a bigger connect to my blood then I did at that very moment. I do not know what he wrote, from what I gather from my mother, he was good, but that is about it. His manuscripts, his poems, they lie unused, unread in the family home we left behind when moving to the big city. Someday, I'll go back. And discover my grandfather, and in that, myself.<br /><br />Thank you. You have a curious way of battling through the muck and clutching truth by its collars, propping it up for all to view. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445622349588272245.post-84015361334962059492012-04-29T01:35:37.868+04:002012-04-29T01:35:37.868+04:00Its wonderful. Parts of it remind me of my Dada, w...Its wonderful. Parts of it remind me of my Dada, who died when I was 7. I'm sure your Nana mian is very, very proud of you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445622349588272245.post-85478746630398105262012-04-28T14:32:52.079+04:002012-04-28T14:32:52.079+04:00I wonder if this piece can go in your mother's...I wonder if this piece can go in your mother's book? It is as much a powerful portrait of your Nana mian as it is of yourself, your relationship with him, and India today. An incredible ode to an incredible person...<br /><br />As always, Khadija, speechless, simply speechless - and god bless your Nana mian's soul.Priyanka Sachetihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16441771925898001386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445622349588272245.post-52834114889091238572012-04-26T23:37:26.703+04:002012-04-26T23:37:26.703+04:00beti, nana miaan ,aaesey hi they , hum unki 's...beti, nana miaan ,aaesey hi they , hum unki 'shahzaadi beti' haen <br /> tumhari ammmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaFarzana Ejazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02907450976693189656noreply@blogger.com