Hindustan had become free. Pakistan had become independent soon after its inception but man was still slave in both these countries -- slave of prejudice … slave of religious fanaticism … slave of barbarity and inhumanity. — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
...and it is also possible, that Saadat Hasan dies, but Manto remains alive. — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
But love, whether in Multan or on Siberia's icy tundra, whether in the winter or the summer, whether among the rich or the poor,… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
Hindustan had become free. Pakistan had become independent soon after its inception but man was still slave in both these countries -- slave of… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
“You would have realized that it wasn't Mumtaz, a muslim, a friend of yours, but a human being you had killed. I mean, if… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
“Writers rarely set out to be national writers. They need small, intimate worlds, full of details; the macro scale of countries, especially those as… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
Here in Manto's own words that he wanted to mark his grave with: "In the name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful Here lies… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
“Manto's take on Ismat: "Ismat’s pen and tongue both run fast. When she starts writing, her ideas race ahead and the words cannot catch up with them. When she speaks, her words seem to tumble over one another. If sheenters the kitchen to show her culinary skill, everything will be in a mess. Being hasty by nature, she would conjure… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share
If you cannot bear these stories then the society is unbearable. Who am I to remove the clothes of this society, which itself is… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
“Look this is hardly fair. You sold me impure petrol at black-market price and not even one shop could be put to the torch.” — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
If a man has to make a woman the center of his love, why should he integrate animality into this sacred human emotion?...Is love… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
“Her pores were like those of an orange, its skin filled with juice, which, if you applied the slightest pressure, would squirt up into… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
