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Every October 27, Pakistan stages its annual performance of grievance. Rallies fill streets in Islamabad and Muzaffarabad, resolutions are passed, and speakers declare that Indian troops landing in Srinagar on that day in 1947 began an “illegal occupation.” They call it Jammu and Kashmir Black Day. From where I sit—in the Union Territory of Jammu and Kashmir, as a Kashmiri Muslim woman who has never needed a Pakistani passport or a Pakistani flag to claim her identity—this ritual is not solidarity. It is a refusal to accept history, geography, and the choices made by people who actually live here. I was born in the Valley after the accession had long been settled in law and in the daily life of my family. My grandmother’s generation remembered the autumn of 1947 differently from the script now recited across the Line of Control. On 22 October, tribal lashkars crossed from the west, burning villages and advancing toward Srinagar. The Maharaja’s forces could not hold them. Only after that invasion did Maharaja Hari Singh sign the Instrument of Accession to India on 26 October. Indian troops arrived the next day not as conquerors but as the force that stopped the raiders short of the capital. My family has never treated that landing as the start of darkness; they treated it as the moment the immediate threat was checked. Pakistan’s version reverses the order of events and then treats the reversal as sacred. That historical inversion has cost Kashmiri lives for decades. The “unfinished business of Partition” that some in Pakistan still invoke was never a promise that every Muslim-majority territory must join them. Princely states chose. Hyderabad and Junagadh chose differently and were integrated. Kashmir’s ruler, facing invasion, chose India. The United Nations resolutions that followed required Pakistan to withdraw its forces first; that condition was never met. Instead, successive Pakistani governments sustained a proxy conflict that turned the Valley into a place where young men were recruited, trained, and sent back to die. My classmates lost brothers to that cycle. The men who returned as militants rarely asked the women of the household whether they wanted the fight; they simply imposed it. The Black Day commemorations never pause to count those dead or the years of closed schools and empty tourist boats they produced. I have lived the alternative that Pakistan’s narrative refuses to acknowledge. I studied in a heritage missionary school, then the state university in the Valley, then built a professional career outside the state because the Indian system allowed me to do so without losing my right to return and inherit property. Before 2019, a Kashmiri woman who married outside the permanent-resident framework risked losing her own residency rights; men faced no equivalent penalty. That asymmetry is gone. Central laws on domestic violence and child marriage now apply without the old loopholes. I can vote in local and national elections, contest for panchayat seats, and open a bank account or register a business without anyone demanding proof that my husband is a “state subject.” These are ordinary rights, not gifts. They are the reason many women of my generation treat the old special-status arrangements as constraints rather than privileges. Pakistan’s annual mourning does not improve any of this. It does not build the roads, colleges, or hospitals that have expanded since the old constitutional barriers were removed. It does not reduce the number of young men still drawn into armed groups whose handlers sit outside Indian territory. When Pakistani leaders speak of the Kashmiri people’s “inalienable right to self-determination,” they mean a right exercised under conditions they themselves refuse to accept—conditions that would require them to end the very interference that has prolonged the dispute. Meanwhile, in the territory they do control, political space is narrower, economic opportunity thinner, and the same religious identity that is invoked as a bond is used to police women’s dress, movement, and speech more tightly than anything I encounter at home. The dream of a merger is not a plan; it is an inheritance of grievance that serves Pakistan’s security establishment more than any Kashmiri household. It allows successive governments in Islamabad to divert attention from their own unresolved questions of federalism, minority rights, and economic viability. It keeps a generation of Kashmiris on both sides of the Line of Control tethered to an outcome that has become less likely with every passing decade. Most people I know want the conflict to end so that their children can plan ordinary lives—jobs, marriages, travel—without calculating the next shutdown or the next infiltration. They do not want to trade the imperfect but expanding opportunities available inside the Indian Union for the uncertainties of a state whose own citizens already struggle with inflation, energy shortages, and the constant threat of further radicalization. Pakistan can continue to mark 27 October as a day of protest. It can pass resolutions and stage solidarity walks. What it cannot do is convert that performance into consent from the people who live under Indian administration and who, by the ordinary measures of education, property, and political participation, have chosen to make their lives here. The unfinished business of Partition is not a map that still needs redrawing. It is the acceptance, by those who launched the 1947 invasion and have sustained the conflict ever since, that the accession happened, that it was legal under the rules of the time, and that the majority of Kashmiris who remain on this side of the Line of Control are not waiting to be rescued. We are already home.

No, you sick soul, we need accountability not white washing the terror, intellectualising the violence and virtue signalling with a token comment about Islamic radicalism and hijack of the "Noble" religion. We need a mass protest by secular, liberal, so-called moderate, lapsed, believing Muslims as well as atheists and agnostics from Muslim heritage openly calling out political Islam. It has to reach a tipping point and be as visible as your CAA anti India, farmer protests or the Jantar Mantar/JNU fiasco protests. What we need is accountability of mosques and madrasas, scrutiny of sermons, database of imams, mullahs, qazis and all sorts of preachers identifying exactly which of the 70+ sects within Islam do they adhere to including the ones in Shia Islam. What we need is a monumental revisionism of the Scriptures, the Book, the Hadiths, the Sira and the other dozen cultural and social sources our preachers use to justify Sharia laws and the interpretations for non Muslims and Jihad; equivalent and as hugely funded as the one the Muslim Brotherhood did with the help of Al-Azhar Cairo, the Saudi monarchs and the Iranian mad mullahs in their 40 year rivalry for the custody of Islam and creating the black wave, which you see in the streets of non Muslim cities today in the form of hijabs, burqas, abayas, niqabs, beards and ankle length lowers. Which very conveniently DJ/RJ activists of your cabal choose to ignore knowing they're untouchable in secular liberal Indian democracy where the jihadi or the wahabbi cannot touch them in the midst of the protection of majority Hindus. But for all the above to happen, the safe space for the dissenting Muslims needs to be made, expanded, protected and boosted with all available technological resources so that the construct of Islamophobia that your ideological brothers of the Muslim Brotherhood invented, does not silence the pushback. Because blasphemy laws are still a thing along with honour killings and the justification of murder on a mere allegation of apostasy - because of which we never see a tipping point of the silent majority or mass protests by ordinary unfortunates from Muslim heritage who just want to live their lives and get along with everybody else. Yes, you sick soul are the enemy that needs to be defeated before your armed brothers silence the fledgling dissent that has arisen from within. Otherwise ordinary Muslims or "bad" or not the "right" kind of Muslims will bear the brunt of the obvious, natural, logical mistrust and hatred of people. And for your kind information body parts blowing up is not just a terrible incident. You would have known had you lived in the 90s Kashmir when the fathers of your ideological doctor brothers and sister arrested today normalised these "terrible incidents" in the hundreds. We'll be damned if we let you bring back those days to Indian cities.