Bloody Story of Kashmiri Woman

"She is alive but she is asking for freedom to live

Princess in the clutches of the giant This is the valley of Kashmir"

"Perhaps such a corpse will be spared

The mother dumped the young girl's body in the river"

• Much has been said about the beauty of Kashmir
• Much has been heard
• Many examples have been given
• Much poetry has been written
• Many hymns have been written
• Many myths have been created

Kashmiri Women Life

Due to which every child of the world is aware of the oppression on Kashmir.Speaking on behalf of the Kashmiri woman, cover the anguish of her life with words and address all the women of the world.Because I have nothing to do with the world powers nor any hope from the insensitive and unscrupulous people.

Only a woman can understand my pain, my sorrow, my anguish and my pain.

Beauty of The Kashmir 

My land is my abode which the people of the world call the valley of Kashmir.Whose beauty is unparalleled and the beauty is witnessed by the high and lofty mountains.Here in the midst of which small pieces of clouds play eye-catching.Where between the rocks from the waterfalls, gleaming silver-like water flows gurgling.

The valley of Kashmir where the tiny raindrops of rain.When they touch the ground dazzle the eyes of those who see the flowers of different colors coming out of the greenery of the land. 

Kashmir where the cool breezes pass reminds us of paradise.Blue, purple birds chirping on the cypress and cypress trees, singing hymns of freedom, are a harbinger of freedom for Kashmiris in the times to come.

When the rays of the sun fall on the rivers here, the little jagnu shines on the golden water.The atmosphere in the gardens of Kashmir is fragrant with the fragrant scents of Gul Chandi, Gul Lala and Dawoodi.

Come on my friend! Now let me tell you what this Kashmir Valley has been made of by Indian beasts and terrorists.

Valley Made By Indian Beasts and Terrorists

In my valley which has been made by Allah Almighty in the form of paradise in the world.The process of bloodshed of his beloved creation has been going on for many decades.Where new resurrection is taking place every day and new oppression every night.

Look at me, I am the face of this mother in front of whom.Her stiff young son is roasted with a barrage of bullets that the winds that used to play with the smoke coming out of his tormented body are now full of smoke.

I am the mother whose sons' eyes are ruthlessly and mercilessly removed from the red-burning iron rod.My vision is forever taken away and then the yellow, pink and purple daisies, daisies, silver and daisies.The flowers only look black.

My sister who lives all over the world! 

Look at me, I am the innocent girl of Kashmir Valley.Who sews doll's charming, colorful frock with her little hands but these savage savages strip naked my existence and walk in the streets to celebrate their failed victory my father.He delivers me to the rivers to save me from my torment, on the waters of which the rays of the sun shine and soothe my dead body and lose its radiance forever.

My sister I am the bride whom these wolves ruthlessly drag in front of their honeymoon eyes.Take off their headscarves and wrap their heads in honor and are proud of their barbarism.

The sighs from the silent tears flowing from my lost eyes join the winds that whisper with these sobs instead of humming melodious songs.

My sister I am the sister living in Kashmir Valley.Who had so many dreams of her brother's wedding in her eyes but in the interpretation of these dreams she found her young brother's dismembered body.On which she did not find a face to decorate the bridegroom's face.

I am the daughter of Kashmir.Whose infidelity was trampled before the eyes of her father and the father could not bear this trauma and lost his mental balance forever.

Listen to all the mothers of the world!

I am the mother of Kashmir whose newborn prince is pulled from the lap and thrown into hot boiling water to cool the little being forever.

I am a woman surrounded by the cruelty and violence of Indian beasts and terrorists.Who is crying and begging all the women of the world to understand my pain.Come out of this cage together against the cruelty that is happening to me.

Bring freedom, be the words of my silent language because I know that if all the women of the world unite and call for the freedom of this valley of Kashmir.Raise their voices against oppression and put on a black cloak, all the world powers will be compelled.These beasts will be driven out of my valley.These blood-boiling springs will grow louder again.The bloody atmosphere will begin to smell again, the rainbow will begin to shine over the mountains.

My deserted house will be inhabited again.It will happen, my sister!

Take a step for me, the wheel of the whole world will be jammed, now you go ahead.Break the chains of my slavery and deliver me from these savages.

Just think that every mother's womb in the world,

• The grief of the desolation of, the trauma of separation from the brother of every sister
• The grief of the deprivation of the shadow of the father of every daughter
• The grief of the distance of the honeymoon of every bride.

"Eve's daughters are now at peace

This world has become a prison, there is still freedom

Blood still flows on the city's inhabited streets

Many are homeless, there is still freedom".