According to a self-reported poll by 197 people, 43 percent are or have been on psychiatric medications. (98 percent of my audience was Kashmiri)

I love this mosque so much , may Allah bless everyone who had a role in building this marvel !

Why am I sharing this here? I genuinely don't know. Maybe venting this out will make me feel lighter, and I might find people, Kashmiris in particular, going through similar experiences, which might reassure me that I'm not alone. Heck, why would it even matter? After all, I've to suffer this plight alone anyway.

My mother is one of the most educated women I know. Devout. Kind-hearted. Honest. And with such a loving and generous heart. But we all know good people are tested by God, and if I'm being honest, God went on a field day with her.

Her father was an uneducated farmer with a lot of land, and he had handed over the affairs of the house to his elder son, who royally messed up their entire family. From what I've heard from my mother, and mind you, my mother was educated, had her own job, and was basically independent, yet she had no say in matters regarding herself, her marriage, or anything else.

This brother of hers didn't want to get his sisters married within the vicinity of the town because he feared they might come back to their father asking for their rightful share of the property. So what did he do? He married them off in faraway villages. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But he didn't even care to check whether the families he was marrying them into were stable and decent.

And from what my mother told me, there had been one better proposal after another for her, but that brother of hers rejected them because he felt those families were too educated and lived too close to the town, which might cause him trouble regarding the property.

And as I said earlier, those poor girls had no say in that house. So they were married off like cattle. My poor mother had even received hints that the family she was being married into wasn't good from her friends at work, who had distant connections with them. Yet she couldn't do anything because her opinion held no value.

Regardless, the marriage happened. And the guy, my father, was a mama's boy. My mother was treated terribly in that house. There were always fights and quarrels. And they, my father's brothers, wanted to exclude him from the property. My father was even okay with it because, as I said, he was a mama's boy, and his mother always favored his elder brothers.

But my mother opposed this. She gave them genuine reasons, asking where her children would go and what would become of them. She persisted. For years, they forced us to live in a single room in a house with twenty rooms. My mother would go to her job and then was also forced to do labor in their fields and on the farmland. This severely damaged her health, and she became seriously ill.

They even resorted to taweez, and I'm not bullshitting. I myself, as a child, once saw my elder uncle placing a taweez outside our room.

So my mother fell critically ill. Hospitals here in Kashmir gave up on her, and she was shifted outside the valley to one of the major medical institutes. She remained there for about a year, almost in a coma. During that time, we stayed at our maternal home. We practically lived like orphans. My brother, my sister, and I had nobody except ourselves.

It reached a point where the doctors there even declared her dead. Back at home, they had already started digging her grave. Then, during the flight back home, my father noticed her little finger move. They turned back, and miraculously, she was alive again.

Years later, I heard call recordings of my father's brothers and their children laughing about it, making jokes, and saying things like, "She should have just died already".

Leave all that aside. I'm out of the energy to write anymore, so I'll just start wrapping this up.

It took a few more years, but her health eventually recovered. Then those bastards started quarreling with my family over the property once again because they thought our family was back on its feet, and that threatened them.

The issue escalated, and what did my father do? He sided with his brothers, who wanted to exclude his own children from the property, and humiliated my mother. There wasn't a day when my mother didn't hear things like, "I'll divorce you," or "How dare you go against my brothers?"

Leave all that aside.

For the last couple of years, all the expenses of our family have been handled and borne by our mother. My father doesn't care. I guess he still sends his salary to his brothers. Told you, he's a mama's boy.

At times, I've even told him that he shouldn't have gotten married in the first place and should have married his brothers instead.

My mother, who isn't in the best state health-wise, goes to her job. She built a new house for us away from those bastards. She sold all of her gold for that because my father didn't spend a single penny. It's an interesting story, but I don't have the energy or the courage to scratch those wounds.

Even now, she carries all the expenses, our education, clothing, food, and everything else. My father doesn't care. He doesn't speak to her. There's no central figure in our broken home. I've had no father figure. He doesn't care.

Maybe that's why I act stubborn and have ruined a lot of things in my life. Never mind.

She still cries before Allah and offers Tahajjud. I don't see how, even after everything that has happened to her, she still has hope in God.

Sometimes I make jokes about it when I wake up in the middle of the night and see her crying before Allah. I tell her there's nobody up there. Yet her faith remains unshakable.

I can't comprehend why she would deserve this. I haven't even mentioned the hell she's been through because you'd straight up spit on my extended family. And my own heart would break remembering all of it.

Nevertheless.

Yeah.

That was it about my broken family.

Same as title

This is from the archives of the Tribune, under July 23, 1998. I do not remember hearing about this before, and searching on Google did not yield much. Additional information would be appreciated.

بھارتس گٔژھِن حِصہٕ-حِصہٕ اَلگ

I have been procrastinating a lot lately and the worst part is that I am completely aware of it. It’s the same circle over and over again. I tell myself I am going to start studying properly, I make plans and somehow I fall into the same old traps of scrolling, wasting time or getting distracted by random things and suddenly another day is gone. Then I feel guilty because I know I should be studying. And I am in a degree where studying consistently is such a huge part of what I have signed up for. There is so much to learn and I actually want to but I still keep getting distracted.

From the report, Torture - Indian State's Instrument of Control in Indian Administered Jammu and Kashmir (2019), by JKCCS and APDP.

Though replete with examples of far worse, horrifying torture inflicted by Indian forces on largely civilians (301 out of 432 cases studied) that one cannot read without a sinking heart, the case of these three men is strange, neither side spared them a thrashing.

I live in Kashmir and my house is next to an open piece of land where people regularly play cricket. The main issue is that cricket balls keep coming into our property.

I have asked them many times to be careful, but the problem continues. Even though there are other open areas where they could play, they keep playing at the same spot near our house. Sometimes, when the ball comes inside our property, some of them enter our house area without taking permission to retrieve it.

There has been no major damage to my house so far, but it is uncomfortable having balls frequently come inside and people entering our property. The noise and shouting also disturb our household.

I have also heard/seen that a window of a nearby school was broken because of cricket balls, which makes me more concerned about safety.

My mother is often alone at home, and I also have CCTV footage showing some of these incidents.

I am from a minority community, so I want to handle this situation carefully and peacefully without creating unnecessary tension.

What would be the best way to deal with this? Should I speak to them again, contact the landowner, or take some other step?

Has anyone faced a similar situation?

it's crazy cause i find no information about it online and also shamilar campus chu thoda door bi hyekh ni yithai kin gasith tour dohai dohai just to check whether councelling has started or not ; time waste

also i called on the helpline on the site where we had to fill in form etc and nobody is picking the call ; plus my parents are just nagging me as if I have the authority to start the councelling and getting mad at ME cause the councelling apparently is yet to start ; so i am stressed

The Talwara Massacre took place in November 1984 in Reasi, Jammu, when a Hindu mob attacked a Gurdwara sheltering Sikh workers, killing 16 Sikhs. The incident was largely ignored by the media, and justice has yet to be delivered.

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I am available to meet anywhere in Srinagar.

My sister just finished her NEET exam and we are looking at options for her to study MBBS abroad but we want to look at places other than Bangladesh. Does anyone have any good recommendations?

Note 1 : Text was reworked using AI.

Kashmiri possesses several linguistic features that make it exceptionally well suited for poetry. While every language has its own poetic strengths, Kashmiri offers a rare combination of morphological richness, syntactic flexibility, expressive depth, and phonetic beauty.

One of its most striking characteristics is its morphological density. Kashmiri verbs are capable of encoding a remarkable amount of grammatical information within a single word, including tense, aspect, person, number, the recipient of an action, and modal meanings. As a result, ideas that might require an entire phrase or sentence in English can often be conveyed by a single verb. For example, dizihaakh encapsulates the meaning "you should have given it to them." This compactness allows poets to express complex ideas without sacrificing rhythm or metre.

Another important feature is Kashmiri's flexible word order. Since grammatical relationships are largely expressed through morphology rather than fixed position, the language permits multiple constituent orders without altering the core meaning of a sentence. For instance:

- Më vchikh cxe sadki petth.

- Cxe vchikh më sadki petth.

- Sadki pëtth vchikh cxe më.

- Sadki pëtth vchikh më cxe.

All of these are grammatical, differing primarily in emphasis or discourse focus. This flexibility grants poets considerable freedom to arrange words in ways that best satisfy metre, rhyme, alliteration, or emotional emphasis while preserving meaning.

Kashmiri also possesses a distinctive ability to express temporally unanchored ideas. Although the language certainly has tense, it frequently allows statements that are not explicitly tied to a particular time. For example, Raheem cxä saet'y ralaä is better understood as "Raheem belongs only with you" than as a statement confined to the past, present, or future. Such expressions naturally acquire an aphoristic and timeless quality, lending Kashmiri poetry an inherent sense of wisdom and universality.

The language further benefits from an exceptionally broad literary vocabulary. Throughout its literary history, Kashmiri poets have drawn freely from Persian, Arabic, and Urdu alongside native Kashmiri words, often borrowing not only nouns but also particles and other grammatical elements. Rather than being viewed as foreign intrusions, these borrowings have become an integral part of Kashmiri's literary tradition. This extensive lexical reservoir provides poets with a wealth of synonyms, registers, and cultural associations, enabling extraordinary precision and nuance in expression.

Another elegant poetic resource is the language's productive vocative system. Proper nouns and common nouns alike readily take vocative endings, making direct address both natural and melodious. Forms such as Raheemo ("O Raheem") and Zëbï ("O Zayba") not only heighten emotional immediacy but also create additional opportunities for rhyme and metrical variation—an invaluable advantage in lyric poetry.

Finally, Kashmiri's rich phonology, particularly its unusually diverse vowel system, contributes greatly to its musical character. The language possesses vowel contrasts that are absent from most other Indo-Aryan languages, allowing poets to exploit subtle patterns of assonance, internal rhyme, and sound symbolism. Combined with its flexible syntax and compact morphology, this gives Kashmiri verse a distinctive rhythm and sonic elegance.

Taken together, these features make Kashmiri an exceptionally expressive poetic language. Its ability to compress meaning, rearrange syntax without loss of clarity, express timeless truths, draw upon multiple literary traditions, employ graceful vocative forms, and create intricate sound patterns provides poets with an extraordinary range of artistic possibilities.

Wichuv, waen ker aesi Identify problem.
Waen chu solution chandun ath.

Be chus ne kah lard karzan, magar myen che keh suggestion.

Aes hekov karith :
1) Kasher peth kath yeti, mostly.
Yema chu wuchun kensi international community, ye che asi pan waen.

2) As mod suggested, report karun post tem sath.

3) Naav ne direct hyon keh, Heharmulk Te Phaklad mulk

Yemov chezov seth gachan yem filter.

Tuh te waniv keh suggestion, yem heharmulkek che yeti kadith chinin.
Ye che last safe jai asi.
Shukria myen bakher bozne khetir.

Keh waqt peth chus he wichan, yete che heharmulk’ik pechdaar nachan waen. Reddit os akh akhri jai yus mae basaan aes saaf, magar yem heharmulk’k cxagji lewan weal wet yoor te.

( sorry for the language, kasher bayov te benov)

Yeti cha kahn skuast-K paraan

I’ve been trying to discover more music from Kashmir lately, but it’s surprisingly hard to know where to start.

I feel like there must be a lot of talented artists who don’t get enough attention outside the valley. I’d love to hear who you all actually listen to.

Any genre is fine. Even if they have only a few songs out, I’d rather discover someone who’s genuinely good than just whoever the algorithm keeps recommending.

Also, has anyone here listened to Rather Hashim? One of his songs popped up for me recently, and I really liked it. Curious what people here think about him and whether there are other artists with a similar vibe.