If you find my stories dirty, the society you are living in is dirty. With my stories, I only expose the truth

Some people kiss as if they were eating watermelon

...and it is also possible, that Saadat Hasan dies, but Manto remains alive.

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, whether among the beautiful or the ugly, whether among the crude or refined, love is always just love. There's no difference.

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 incompelete without it?...Is love the name of physical excersize ?

If you cannot bear these stories then the society is unbearable. Who am I to remove the clothes of this society, which itself is naked. I don't even try to cover it, because it is not my job, that's the job of dressmakers.

I feel like I am always the one tearing everything up and forever sewing it back together.