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THE FADING SHADOW
(The Elusive Dance of Light and Life) There is a profound contradiction at the heart of every shadow that has ever stretched across the earth.
THE NERO SYNDROME: MODI, MEDIA AND THE BLOOD
(The Karan Thaapar Interview) Gandhinagar. . October 21, 2007. The Chief Minister of Gujrat remained seated at his residence, facing Karan Thaapar, the CNN-IBN Journalist
A Clock Set by the Divine
If I were asked to explain deen in simple words, I would say this: for me, deen means living a disciplined life. Islam is a
One Winter, One Book, A Thousand Lives
A cold winter evening. A warm, cozy corner. A bookshelf full of books that had already taken her on adventures far better than anything this
Belonging, and the Maps We Make
There is a quiet hunger many of us carry.It does not growl like the stomach or ache like the bones. It waits. It watches. It
From Community to State: Wilfred Cantwell Smith and the Unfinished Journey of Muslim Politics
In 1943, Canadian scholar Wilfred Cantwell Smith published Modern Islam in India: A Social Analysis, a study written at a moment when neither Pakistan nor
THE FADING SHADOW
(The Elusive Dance of Light and Life) There is a profound contradiction at the heart of every shadow that has ever stretched across the earth. A shadow, by its very nature, proves the existence of light. It is the silhouette cast by illumination, and is the darkness that cannot exist without brilliance. Yet, the moment light becomes too direct or too absolute, the shadow begins to fade. This is the
THE NERO SYNDROME: MODI, MEDIA AND THE BLOOD
(The Karan Thaapar Interview) Gandhinagar. . October 21, 2007. The Chief Minister of Gujrat remained seated at his residence, facing Karan Thaapar, the CNN-IBN Journalist at his residence. Wearing a saffron colored kurta, a symbol of strength, courage, and sacrifice for the Indians, Modi went on to blame the fact that when he is referred to as being a “mass murderer” or someone who is “prejudiced against Muslims”, is due
A Clock Set by the Divine
If I were asked to explain deen in simple words, I would say this: for me, deen means living a disciplined life. Islam is a complete system of guidance that teaches us how to live in an organized, balanced, and purposeful way— both at a personal level and as a society. A true momin is disciplined and intentional. He does not live his life aimlessly or in vain. When I
One Winter, One Book, A Thousand Lives
A cold winter evening. A warm, cozy corner. A bookshelf full of books that had already taken her on adventures far better than anything this world had to offer. She sat there knowing it was the perfect time to read and yet she had already flipped through these beloved pages countless times before. Then her eyes caught on something. A book. Unread. Happiness drifted toward her slowly, almost cautiously. It
Belonging, and the Maps We Make
There is a quiet hunger many of us carry.It does not growl like the stomach or ache like the bones. It waits. It watches. It asks a simple question that somehow takes years to answer: Where do I belong? I think of a river when I think of belonging. A river is always moving, yet it is never lost. It flows through villages and cities, past stones and trees, through
From Community to State: Wilfred Cantwell Smith and the Unfinished Journey of Muslim Politics
In 1943, Canadian scholar Wilfred Cantwell Smith published Modern Islam in India: A Social Analysis, a study written at a moment when neither Pakistan nor the Partition of India had yet solidified into historical certainties. Smith was observing Indian Muslims within a still-united colonial India, a society in flux, where tradition, religion, modern politics, and new economic ideas were colliding and reshaping collective life. What fascinated Smith was not simply
Editor and Founder Note
Today we live in a world where a loaf of bread has more value than a human soul. A world where rockets reach skies and travel beyond planets but a morsel of grain fails to reach millions of stomachs every day. What is it that humanity has not witnessed? From the rise of empires to the fall of a nation; from the slaughter and genocide of a race to the holocaust of one. We have witnessed the cruel bombings of millions of people and the rise of the throne of the tyrant. It is time we witnessed the rise of a voice. A voice dedicated to those whose voice was silenced long before it could reach the skies. A voice that shall rise from every corner-from the river Nile to the Amazon Forest; from the pyramids of Egypt to the Colosseum of Rome; from Jerusalem to the streets of Paris; from the farms of India to the streets of Pakistan; from the archives of the Vatican City to the courts of England; from the bombed towns of Gaza to the markets of Syria; from the palaces of the Ottoman Sultans to the tents of refugees everywhere around the world; from the mosques of Iraq to the shrines of Iran; from the land where millions have been martyred to the land where the tyrants breathe; from the east to the west and from the north to the south, a voice shall echo.
The voice shall crumble even whispers of injustice and tear apart the thoughts of suppression. The voice shall embrace itself in the walls of the corridors the tyrants walk from. No glorious purpose is ever reached in a night. A glorious purpose demands the shedding of blood, the determination of the soul and the struggles of the mind. The voice that I talk about is too, an idea in progress. A legacy in making. We leave behind nothing except for legacies for our future generations. Many leave wealth, many leave land and very few are lucky enough to leave a legacy behind.
Today marks the day we issue the first edition of The Human Express’s very first volume. Today marks the day we begin a journey of a lifetime. The Human Express belongs to everyone and anyone who have protected their humanity so far and wish to continue to do so in the future. I hope The Human Express becomes home to the voices that travel without getting any heed or recognition. I am 17 today, I will be 71 someday and I hope when I look back at my life, I see struggles for justice and peace. I hope in the end, I am satisfied and know it was worth it. I hope our express rise as a voice humanity has been in need of for so long now. What starts today as merely a dispatch into the inboxes of the signed up readers and writers will be world wide acclaimed and reached voice where millions will fearlessly speak and write. I hope we become successful in being the voice that brought attention to the ignored and rest to the restless; a voice that echoed in every corner. I hope it is an Express that not only travels on railways but also knows the flights of the sky and the dive of the waters. May it be an Express where there is a seat for everyone.
–Maryam Imbisat
Founder & Editor in Chief
The Human Express