They say I am
too promiscuous
too ungodly
too appalling
what they mean is that
I am too much woman
what they mean is that
the Earth quakes every time I hiccup.
daylight savings time is the
sun asking the moon for more time
to watch me tap dance.
my laughter is a symphony of
soft rain hitting bedroom window
sills on a Sunday afternoon in Karachi.
I should sleep on the equator
so that the hemispheres
will stop being jealous of each other.
what they mean is that
there is so much woman inside of me
that the entire universe is
begging for a piece.
—A Poem for Qandeel Baloch, Pakistani woman murdered in honor killing
Written by Amara Chaudhry
“—A Poem for Qandeel Baloch, Pakistani woman murdered in honor killing:Written by Amara Chaudhry”
What is honor killing, Amara? I did not know that there is honor in killing? Can you tell me about it?
Hi, thanks for asking. There is absolutely no honor in killing another human being. I called it an honor killing because that is what the Pakistani media and people refer to it as. My intentions were not to dignify the practice but rather to pay tribute to a woman who unjustly lost her life.