SHORT STORY Lihaaf [The Quilt] O Ismat Chughtai Translated from Urdu by M. Asaduddin In the last issue of manushi, while reviewing Deepa Mehta’s Fire, we. Read this article to know about Lihaaf The Quilt summary by Ismat Chughtai. Lihaf is an Urdu short story that made Ismat Chughtai popular for its controversies . Ismat Chughtai’s Lihaaf challenged the conventional feminine qualities of obedience, abstinence and modesty in a patriarchal society and.

Author: Dum Doulabar
Country: Burma
Language: English (Spanish)
Genre: Finance
Published (Last): 9 March 2015
Pages: 177
PDF File Size: 8.86 Mb
ePub File Size: 16.26 Mb
ISBN: 254-4-42323-463-4
Downloads: 32354
Price: Free* [*Free Regsitration Required]
Uploader: Akinosar

I was then a small girl and fought all day with my brothers and their friends. Her cheeks began to glow and she blossomed in beauty. I tried to wriggle out and Begum Jaan began to laugh loudly. I had never seen the parting of her hair crooked, nor a single hair out of place. 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 could not point out any obscene words, and the story is suggestive and told from perspective of a small girl.

I tried to wriggle out and Begum Jaan began to laugh loudly. I chatted away as I continued to massage her. I thought she was going to die and rushed out of the room….

Full text of “Lihaaf [ The Quilt] Ismat Chughtai”

At times I could hardly bear it — the sight of Rabbu massaging or rubbing bu all hours. She rarely moved out. Her complexion was marble white without a speck of ruddiness. Begum Jaan was reluctant to let her go but realised that Rabbu was helpless.

Her existence was centred on herself and her itch. She realised that I was wandering outdoors in the cold and might die of pneumonia! No one had ever seen a nautch girl or prostitute in his house. The other maids were iamat of Rabbu.


Ismat chughtai’s lihaaf

It was evening and the room was getting enveloped in darkness. She knew that left alone in the house I would fight with my brothers or roam around. The frail, beautiful Begum wasted away in anguished loneliness. While both psychological and physical disabilities are isma by society, here are ten women with disability who kicked ass in History of Indian Literature: The story was denounced and celebrated for the same reason of setting a discourse around homosexuality and providing an alternate perspective that deviated from patriarchal expectations.

A strange fright overwhelmed me. But it is soon revealed that it is because his interests lie in the other gender.

He was too busy chasing the gossamer shirts, nor did he allow her to go out. But nothing really pleased him. No one paid any heed. Even this daily massaging was not enough. The elephant started to sway again. Her defiance results in her mother sending her to Begum Jan and the zenana, that was supposed to empower her, punishes her instead- silencing and pacifying her.

All these describe the homosexual relationship in Begum that she had developed as her sexual desires were not gratified by her husband. They might be two different physical spaces but they mirror each other in the purpose they served. Mohan, in her argument, departs sharply from the general accepted reading of the text.

At night, the great shadows formed by the quilt of Begum Jan isat her odd behavior in the absence of Rabbo bring to light their hidden relationship, traumatising the narrator. Begum Jaan was oblivious to all this, cut off as she was from the world outside. The clear breach of the personal boundary, the promise of gifts, the confusion and shame experienced by the child, all of these meet the signs of child sexual abuse. As the story progressed, I grew increasingly uncomfortable by the narrative of a nine-year-old girl who witnesses the sexual encounters and is then used or rather abused by Begum Jaan to satiate her desire in the absence of Rabbu.


Although veiled, the references were not missed by the readers. The arrangement pleased both Xhughtai Jaan and me. Someone would mention their name and the whole group would burst into loud guffaws. By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. There was sound of someone smacking her lips, as though savouring a tasty pickle. Her eyelids were heavy and eyelashes dense.

Memories come crowding in.

These relatives, free-loaders all, made her blood boil. She began to imsat sleepless nights yearning for a love that had never been. It was one of the few stories that revolve around complex female characters with desires and sexual needs, who hold agency over their actions and unabashedly practice their sexuality.

Why Is No One Talking About The Child Sexual Abuse In Chughtai’s Lihaaf?

She looked a picture of grandeur, reclining on the couch. Scared, I went to bed rather early and pulled the quilt over me.

Then I heard two people whispering. During her body massage she sent for me repeatedly. That I was afraid of Begum Jan? Begum Jaan had done a lot to help him out — bought him a shop, got him a job in the village.