UJHEBE IDIEIIIE IIIIS IIEIIIEII UERSE The state of Kashmir is a garden lost to the savagery of war. BY ED WARD A. GARGAN EFORE the chatter of automatic weapons became nightfalrs clarion in the summer capital of Kashmir, before bullet-ridden corpses started washing up on the shores of placid lakes. before unspeakable atrocities got to be routine, this land of green valleys and soaring Himalayan peaks was a tourist haven Of Kashmir, the early 17th-century Mogul ruler Jahangir wrote: Agar firdau...
months before Faiz died in Lahore), Edward Said, in his essay “The Mind of Winter: Reflections on Life in Exile,” wrote: To see a poet in exile—as opposed to reading the poetry of exile—is to see exi1e’s antinomies embodied and en- dured. Several years ago I spent some time with Faiz Ahmed Faiz, the greatest of contemporary Urdu poets. He had been exiled from his native Pakistan by Zia ul- Haq
