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Quest for peace necessitates the pursuit of a broader community, a notion presently circumscribed by artificial bonds of nationhood.
For if true freedom is ever afforded to individuals, I suspect that neither I nor this man would willingly be part of even a bowling club together.
For if true freedom is ever afforded to individuals, I suspect that neither I nor this man would willingly be part of even a bowling club together.
December 15, 2024 at 2:56 AM
Quest for peace necessitates the pursuit of a broader community, a notion presently circumscribed by artificial bonds of nationhood.
For if true freedom is ever afforded to individuals, I suspect that neither I nor this man would willingly be part of even a bowling club together.
For if true freedom is ever afforded to individuals, I suspect that neither I nor this man would willingly be part of even a bowling club together.
From my recent essay in The Wire
December 2, 2024 at 3:52 AM
From my recent essay in The Wire
Best way to prove two nation theory wrong- ensure Indian Muslims get to live a life of peace and prosperity. Show that Muslims don’t have to be exceptional to live a life of opportunity. Don’t let a Dadri, Sambhal or Kunan Poshpara happen.
Won’t have to rely on neighbors then.
Won’t have to rely on neighbors then.
November 28, 2024 at 6:24 AM
Best way to prove two nation theory wrong- ensure Indian Muslims get to live a life of peace and prosperity. Show that Muslims don’t have to be exceptional to live a life of opportunity. Don’t let a Dadri, Sambhal or Kunan Poshpara happen.
Won’t have to rely on neighbors then.
Won’t have to rely on neighbors then.
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
November 23, 2024 at 5:41 AM
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
