In six short lines of sharp yet nonchalant verse, Allama Muhammad Iqbal offers a better critique of settler colonialism than sixty years of western-trained academics have been able to muster.
A salute to the tavern of European hedonism
Every glass is filled with rose-red wine
Why shouldn’t the Arab have a right to Spain
If the Jew claims the soil of Palestine
Never mind the tale of oranges, honey and dates
The British raj had a different design