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Arts & Culture, Multimedia, Special Features, VideosSeptember 10, 2015

Voices in Verse Vol. 1: ‘I Don’t Know What It Means To Be A Pakistani’

Farda Ali Khan performs her poem, ‘I Don’t Know What It Means To Be A Pakistani’. In a close competition, she placed third in a competition that showcased the talents of young poets under 30, from backgrounds as diverse as medicine, computer science and engineering, and the literary arts.

‘Voices in Verse’ is a series designed to create a platform for performance poetry and dramatic readings in Pakistan and in other parts of the world, where opportunities like these are limited. We aim to include as many styles as possible and though this particular incarnation was limited to writers under 30, we will be expanding to the country’s two other metropolises – Lahore and Karachi – before the year’s up.

The magazine’s offline activities began with creative writing workshops, expanded to word game nights, with poetry slams the latest form of engagement with the wider readership and audience. We are also looking to add an additional component in our workshops when we restart in early 2016.

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