“The quilt” (“lihaaf” in urdu) is one of her famous short stories Lihaf: Translated from Urdu, a story by Ismat Chughtai. Whenever I get under my. URDU ADAB: Lihaf; a Famous Urdu Short Story by Ismat Chughtai. Sham Ki Barish (Rain of the Evening) an Urdu novelette based on love story. Lihaf A Beautiful Urdu Short Story By Ismat chughtai. لحاف. You might also like: حوا کی بیٹی تماشہ نہیں Hawa ki Beti Tamasha Nahi Hai A.

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It looked as if there was a big toad under that quilt jumping and would jump out on me any moment. The elephant stopped moving and the udru flattened. Krdu only Ribbo remained in the room, the other she-servants would just mumble something and drop at the locked door whatever was needed. She looked regal as a queen. Frightened, I took my shoes off, quietly got off the cot, and hit the light switch.

Ismat chughtai’s lihaaf

I felt so happy doing little things ismaat her. The day Begum Jan took a bath…oh my God! Kanwal Feroze 1 Dr. Rifakath ali March 2, at He had been to Mecca for the pilgrimage andhad sent many others over there for a Hudj as well. My hands were shaking. Nice post and also informative. I read this story the moment I knew it sued Ismat for obscenity.


URDU ADAB: Lihaf; a Famous Urdu Short Story by Ismat Chughtai

What do you like? Her hair was very black and all oily. She had light mustache over her upper lip and long curly hair by her temples. My mother was convinced that girls should be locked behind seven doors. Thanks for posting this!

Post new comment Subject: She turned to books for solace but found nothing there. The question was where should I sleep? Rasheed Amjad 1 Dr. Published in the Urdu literary journal Adab-i-Latifit led to much controversy, uproar and an obscenity trial, where Ismat had to defend herself in the Lahore Court as well for this work.

She was asked to apologize which she did not and also won the case, after her lawyer pointed out that the story makes no suggestion to a sexual act, and prosecution witnesses imat not point out any obscene words, and the story is suggestive and told from perspective of a small girl.

Thank goodness Ribbo showed up that night.

Her eyelids were heavy and the eyelashes thick. She threw the gold chain she was putting on me at the moment to the urxu and ripped her delicate scarf to shreds. I kept scratching slowly. But when I woke up in the middle of the next night, Begum Jan and Ribbo were very quietly having an argument in the bed.

I crawled into my quilt like a mouse. Unknown October 11, at 1: But Begum Jan did not bother to socialize with anyone. The room was very dark. Sometimes I do wonder why osmat I so quarrelsome. Abdul Saboor November 29, at 9: Massages with that strange oil brought her back to life.


I dreaded stepping in her room. Evening had taken over and the room was getting dark. Being chughtsi and run to someone at night and mumble in my sleep was a routine for me back when I was young. Saleem Wahid Saleem 1 Dr.

Lihaf: A story by Ismat Chughtai

I conversed and played cards with her till about eleven at night and then went to my cot to sleep. That was the reason why my mom, when leaving for Agra, left me with this woman she thought of as her own sister.

Unknown October 20, at 4: I fell asleep feeling very nervous. Ever see a leech stick to a stone? Begum Jan was even more irritable.

The whole thing was that Begum Jan had an itching disease. She kept lying quietly as I scratched. Her husband, the Nawab, was much older than her urfu was thought to be extremely respectable for never having had any encounters with prostitutes.