“My Lost Brother
He promised me he would return.
We were going to Nishat after..
He promised me he would return.
I would hold his hand and walk with him
He promised me he would return.
So he could take me to eat ice cream at Bohri Kadal
He promised me he would return.
So we could stay up till late at night telling stories
He promised me he would return.
Instead, came the night of horror.
He promised me he would return.
Instead, came his body in pieces
He promised me he would return.
Instead, came the boys that carried him to his grave
He promised me he would return.
Now, I wait at at my brothers grave wondering what will be my fate.”
–a young Kashmiri woman grieves the loss of her brother at the hands of the Indian Army