Book Reviews

A body of work that does not shy away from carefully swaying beneath a beam of the true essence of poetry; the naked, the raw, the soiled, the pureness of unfiltered emotion. “I still find sonnets in your half-smiles” sets the tone of an exquisitely soft tongue that leaves remnants of salty tears on the pages of poetry. In the spaces between the letters Hinnah Mian continuously blesses the reader with forgiveness. Between each ache, each suffering, each piercing bullet, each unforgivable act. Hinnah conveys the familiarity and the contrast between love and war, one existing after the other and the other before the one, yet simultaneously sharing the same space. A space to build a home.