There are wounds that never heal; scars that are stubborn; memories that will not fade or be forgotten.
I have dreams which return: night after night, the same images.
God transformed Lot’s wife (did she have a name?) into a pillar of salt because she looked back. The unconscious is made of salt – buried, a crystalline past.
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I am a Pakistani woman and filmmaker who grew up in London. I write and direct stories, both documentary and fiction, about the impact of violence on our lives; I am moved to understand characters and places that witness and survive violation and betrayal. I go against the grain of stories about a “clash of civilisations”, and explore our world as I see it: full of grey areas and nuance. I also blog and write about cultural difference and shopping (!).
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Nasheed Qamar Faruqi 
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