dard ‘hota’ hai – hoti nahi
my mother used to correct me
every time i wept to her
but i always thought of pain as feminine
soft but fierce
manageable but continuous
one night when my father screamed at me
louder than the rain that poured outside
his harsh words met my body and
my heart raced with his each breath
that night i stayed up thinking
what my mother meant when she said
pain is a man
and so is fear.
Bio: A feminist. A literature major from Lahore.