How To Kill Your Daughter? A feather a night while she sleeps. You pluck her wings with a knife. One by one so she doesn’t feel a twinge.   When at last you’ve scrapped her skin raw. You sit her down at the dinner table. And tell her she’s now free to fly.   Again she’ll ask her; maaye ni meriye…Chamba kitni durr? You smile … Continue reading 4/24