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  1. The Quilt’ considers how Chughtai envisages sexuality as embodied specifically in women’s bodies and how this embodiment is expressed through her particular use of figurative language to speak of the female body and female sexuality. She expresses the sexual desire of a new married Begum Jan as “despite renewing the cotton filling in her quilt each year Begum Jan continued to shiver night after night” (5-6).

  2. Short Story - Lihaaf [The Quilt].pdf - Free download as PDF File (.pdf), Text File (.txt) or read online for free. Scribd is the world's largest social reading and publishing site.

  3. The Quilt (Lihaaf) is studied in accordance with the ideas presented by Judith Butler regarding the fluidity of identity and sexuality, and through a multiculturalist perspective as synthesised in the composite nature of women’s customs. The piercing honesty, sarcastically tragic, the wry humour, a melody of cruel irony and bitter -- the life ...

  4. Aug 21, 2018 · Sadat Hassan Manto, who referred to Lihaaf as the as the “only great story” Chughtai had written, was there too. He was defending his story, Bu that faced similar charges. Published in 1942 in a literary magazine – Urdu Adab-i-Latif, Lihaaf or The Quilt, is set in the household of a Nawab.

  5. Lihaaf: The Quilt (2021), Drama released in Hindi language in theatre near you in agra. Know about Film reviews, lead cast & crew, photos & video gallery on BookMyShow.

  6. Jul 26, 2018 · Lihaaf : A complex web of human emotions. Lihaaf is set in pre-partition India and told from the perspective of an unnamed narrator who is the niece of the protagonist, Begum Jaan. Begum Jaan is the wife of an esteemed Nawab who is renowned for his infallible character, partially due to his lack of dealings with prostitutes as was common in ...

  7. manushi-india.org › pdfs_issues › PDF file 110MANUSHI Lihaaf [The Quilt]

    When I peered into the room on tiptoe, I saw Rabbu rubbing her body, nestling against her waist. “Take off your shoes,” Rabbu said while stroking Begum Jaan’s ribs. Mouse-like, I snuggled into my quilt. There was a peculiar noise again. In the dark Begum Jaan’s quilt was once again swaying like an elephant.