Asma Hamza | Press for Peace Publications

Dec32022 by editor1 Comment

Self-respect. Eh? |Asma Hamza

Poetry

Author: Asma Hamza There needs to be a fine limitation set to self-love. One needs to fully understand the idea and the dire need for the term. The foremost problem existing in our eastern patriarchal society is that there is no requirement of loving one's self nor should there be a desire that many a time comes under the heading of Sin. This is one extreme, in which the victims are not only women but men too. The other extreme is what the western culture has been inspiring us with for some time now doping with the idea that self-love is everything and would fix all the problems. Its effects can be witnessed in quite a negative way--as expected. Influenced deeply by the idea of self-worth and self-love being of pivotal importance, one makes it the primary focus keeping all else at...

Nov262022 by editorNo Comments

Stamp that etched/ Written BY Asma Hamza

Opinion

Asma Hamza There is some good news! Her eyes were Emeralds as she anticipated breaking the news. I nodded. It is such a terrific news piece that'd drop your jaw. She was my daughter. It was impossible not to add as much drama as possible. I'm ready. I whispered. Her resplendent persona shone some more. Then her pursed lips quivered, "I was able to unscramble all the spellings today. Can you imagine two happy face stamps now sport in my notebook?" "Two stamps, you say?" My emphasis on two was an entailment. She nodded. The Emeralds dazzled some more. "Let me tell you what this means, maa. One of the stamps has a happy face with a wink and a thumbs up. This indicates the teacher has full confidence in me. She knows I will be producing great results. ...

Sep292022 by editor1 Comment

When zest is a myth/ Written by: Asma Hamza

Opinion

Author : Asma Hamza I'm bidding farewell to the zest in me. I pack my giddiness, my chortle, my blazing spark and go to live in the shadows. Do you want to know why? Here it goes. A plethora of randomness ahead. Age is NOT just a number. It isn't. It just isn't. It is the most agonising word in the lexicon. It does not look cute watching a forty-five-plus lady dancing her wits out on a random sidewalk. You might differ and that is fine but when I tell you age is the most crucial thing out there you have got to believe. You might be talented, full of potential, lively and all. But it always comes down to numbers when it comes to opportunities. Essay competition? Age bracket 20-30 max! Signing competition? Youngsters would be auditioned only unless there is an aged laughing stock t...

Sep202022 by editorNo Comments

ہمارے سموسے ۔ تحریر : اسما حمزہ

افسانے

اسما حمزہ رمضان کی آمد آمد ہے. جہاں دنیا کے تمام مسلمان اپنے باطن کی پاکیزگی کا انتظام کر رہے ہیں وہاں ہمارے غریب خانے میں نت نئے پکوان کا انتظام کر کے جدید نعمت خانے یعنی فریزر کے حوالے کیے جاتے ہیں تاکہ ماہ رمضان، کچن میں نہیں جائے نماز پر گزر سکے(ایڈی تو پرہیزگار!)کیونکہ ہم خود کھانے سے خاصا شغف رکھتے ہیں اس لیے طرح طرح کی تراکیب پر طبع آزمائی کی جاتی ہے.اس سال اب تک ہم نے جو جو مزیدار آئٹم بنا کر فریزر کے حوالے کر دیں وہ ہیںچیز رولمنٹ رولفہیتا رولچائنیز رولگجراتی رولچکن نگٹسکروکوئٹسچکن فنگرزملائی بوٹیشاشلک اسٹکملیشین ساتےچکن تکہچکن چرغہچکن تندوریشامی کبابسیخ کبابگولا کبابڈریگن چکنچکن ٦٥چکن ڈائنامائٹپیری پیری چکنچکن بروسٹپسندےٹسکن چکنگرل چکنچکن پکوڑالیکن ان سب چیزوں پر حاوی ہے ایک تین کونوں والی مصیبت جسے کھائے بنا رمضان کا احساس نہیں ہوتا اور جس کو بناتے ملک الموت ہم سے ملاقات کر ک...

Sep162022 by editor4 Comments

Vendetta written by Asma Hamza

Opinion

Asma Hamza Dear remains,They fed me blood instead of water.They strutted!They were never appreciative of the legion blessings and abhorred preserving any. However, their lackadaisical consumption drained me entirely.I was never loved. I never stood a chance, did I? So it only made sense to grant what they practically begged for.An oxygen-depleted Earth, sterile soil, and a Macrocosm with meagre water.Now they plan to trudge over my fellow planets but I've something up my sleeves. A tremor so cataclysmic none of them would survive.O human, the thankless; Enough with the blame game!You only got what you deserved.Sincerely,Your age-old home,Earth.

Sep122022 by editor15 Comments

The Unusual Fall by Asma Hamza

Opinion

Asma HamzaThe third consecutive fall in this vacation house in Moscow wasn't much different.High on the hog, the only void Vselovod had in his preferential tiresome life was affection.Loneliness had always been seated before him, welcoming him as he'd mount his bogey; in each of his life's rendezvous.His billionaire father divorced his mother and left with the paramour when he was eleven.His mother, a definite wife-material, stayed much strong throughout.However, Vsevolod had witnessed his mother carrying a crimson, museum-desired lantern in the darkest hours of many sleepless nights.He'd peep through a self-made hole in the door as his mom Nakita, would creep through the vintage furnished hall with the spooky lantern and slowly disappear near the staircase that led to the asphalt rooftop...