And all the wounds which will not heal
And all the roses which will not live again
Covered in the dust of the moon
And wet with lifeless dew
And is all this so?
Or is it just a spider’s web
Woven by my own fears
And if it is so, what are we to do
And if it is not, what are we to do then
Tell me, tell me.
–Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Translated by Shoaib Hashmi
These days I feel like hiding under a rock, insulating myself from the world in general.