This is an AI-generated image. For representational purposes only. By Faakirah Irfan Sajida Ahmed sat on the edge of her bed, lit dimly by the yellow glow of a naked bulb swinging gently in the corner of her rented room in Srinagar. It was the middle of a cold March night. The kangri she... read full story
"You were married properly, your dowry was your share. Baba didn't leave anything for you."