SHORT STORY Lihaaf [The Quilt] O Ismat Chughtai Translated from Urdu by M. Asaduddin In the last issue of manushi, while reviewing Deepa Mehta’s Fire, we. 15 Aug Ismat Chugtai’s 26th death anniversary. Ismat Chugtai’s Lihaaf and homosexuality. Remembering Writer Ismat Chugtai on her death. 21 Feb Ismat Chughtai’s Lihaaf challenged the conventional feminine qualities of obedience, abstinence and modesty in a patriarchal society and.

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No one paid any heed. Lihaf is an Urdu short story that made Ismat Chughtai popular by its controversies. Rabbu and Begum Jaan were the subject of their gossip during leisure hours.

Long hair covered her temples. Memories come crowding in. But it is soon revealed that it is because his interests lie in the other gender. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. The quilt crept into my brain and began to grow larger. Speaking for myself, if anyone were to touch my body so often I would certainly rot to death.

She ate, sat and isma slept with Begum Jaan! Not given to playing martyr, she won the day by sheer guts and a charming sense of humour— all of which lihaaf by ismat chughtai in as much as her bold writing to making her a famous and immensely popular literary heroine very early on in life. Published in the Urdu literary journal Adab-i-Latifit led to much controversy, uproar and an obscenity trial, where Ismat had lihaaf by ismat chughtai in defend herself in the Lahore Court as well for this work.

Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. Rabbo is a servant girl who is not yb pretty but lihaaf by ismat chughtai in deft with her hands.


The first time I read LihaafI was expecting to be struck by the progressiveness of its mere existence in terms of talking about homosexuality and female desire in the s.

She began to pass sleepless nights yearning for a love that had never been.

A doll that sleeps or wakes up as you want? Lihaaf by ismat chughtai in complexion was marble white without ismmat speck of ruddiness. I went in, keeping my face turned away and ran out after doing the errand.

Perched on the couch she was always massaging some part of her body or the other. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Lihaaf Summary by Ismat Chughtai

She must be polishing off some goodies. Nawab Saheb had contempt for such disgusting sports.

Oh God, who was this other person? Her eyes were black and the bu eyebrows seemed like two bows spreading over the demure eyes.

Whenever I sat by Begum Jaan my eyes would remain glued to those roving hands. I, too, liked to be at lihaaf by ismat chughtai in house in that season. When I first saw Begum Jaan she was around forty. How tight this sweater is!

Why Is No One Talking About The Child Sexual Abuse In Chughtai’s Lihaaf?

Usually Rabbu was the only person allowed to chuhgtai inside on such occasions. She, too, was fond of me. That day Chughtao and Begum Jaan had a tiff again. The gold necklace she had offered me moments ago flew into pieces. Recite the Ayatul kursi. The lihaaf by ismat chughtai in missed her home badly that she started crying. She drank cup after cup of tea and her head began to ache.

I woke up at night and was scared.


I stretched my leg nervously to the other side of the bed to grope for the switch and turned it on. A strange fright overwhelmed me. She had put away the shawl and in the fine karga ny her body shone like a ball of dough.

Her hair was black and always bathed in oil.

Literary Radicalism in India: The book has an all-India perspective, with studies based on different regions, castes, classes, and communities. And who are the boys? The next day Rabbu went to see her son, an irascible young man. The memory pops up when she takes the quilt to cover herself in the winter. Her eyelids had lihaaf by ismat chughtai in, her upper lip showed a black shadow and tiny beads of sweat sparkled on her lips and nose despite the cold.

But sleep evaded me for hours. By using lihaaf by ismat chughtai in site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. This page was last edited on 13 Februaryat Then Begum Jaan had a fit. I have always been superstitious — night fears, sleep- walking chugntai sleep-talking were daily occurrences in my childhood. Turning my face away from her I sipped my chugjtai. It seemed as though a large frog was inflating itself noisily and was about to leap on me.

A small bed was placed alongside hers. When she stretched her legs for the massage I stole a glance at their sheen, enraptured. Retrieved from ” https: