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She went to university in Glasgow and then moved to Bombay where she has since been based — although she does spend many months a year in London. It is from this life of transitions that she draws many of her themes: childhood, exile, journeying, home and religious strife. In Purdah published in and forming half of her Bloodaxe collection Postcards from god she is a traveller between cultures. In Postcards from god she imagines an anguished god surveying a world stricken by fundamentalism. Her more recent collections are I speak for the devil , The terrorist at my table , and Leaving Fingerprints He loved his family, poetry and the sea — but was one of the things we were not allowed to keep.

I can see him laughing, on the beach. Greatly loved…. Bloodaxe Books. Username or Email Address. Remember Me. Lost your password? Home Explore Poets Imtiaz Dharker. About Imtiaz Dharker Born in Pakistan and brought up in Scotland, Imtiaz Dharker is a poet, artist and documentary film-maker who divides her time between London and India.

Night after virtuous night you performed for them. They warmed your bed. You remember the sun pouring out of Maulvi's hands. It was to save the child the lamb was sacrificed; to save the man, the scourge and stones.

God was justice. Justice could be dread. But woman. Woman, you have learnt that when God comes you hide your head. I have met them, meet them every day, recognise their shadows on the streets. I know their past and future in cautious way they place their feet.

I can see behind their veils, and before they speak I know their tongues, thick with the burr of Birmingham or Leeds. Break cover and let the girls with tell-tale lips. We'll blindfold the spies. Tell me what you did when the new moon sliced you out of purdah, your body shimmering through the lies. She married back home, as good girls do, in a flurry of red the cousin - hers or mine, I cannot know - had annual babies, then rebelled at last.

At last a sign, behind the veil, of life; found another man, became another wife, and sank into the mould of her mother's flesh and mind, begging approval from the rest. Her neck is bowed as if she wears a hood. Eyes still tragic, when you meet her on the high street, and watchful as any creature that lifts its head and sniffs the air only to scent its own small trail of blood. Whatever we did, the trail was the same: the tear-stained mother, the gossip aunts looking for shoots to smother inside all our cracks.

The table is laden and you are remembered among the dead. No going back. The prayer's said. And there you are with your English boy who was going to set you free, trying to smile and be accepted, always on your knees.

In or out of purdah. Tied, or bound. Shaking your box to hear how freedom rattles… one coin, one sound. Imtiaz Dharker is a British poetess of Pakistani origin.

She is also an artist and documentary filmmaker. The future poetess grew up in Glasgow. Imtiaz Dharker finished the University of Glasgow. Her qualification is M. A in English Literature and Philosophy. He died in October because of cancer, with which he had been ill during last eleven years.



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