As I’m sure you might relate, I found myself expecting an immensely cathartic experience, especially in the face of the violent attempts at erasure and intimidation orchestrated by predators.
By the end of a second listen, however, I found that state of catharsis transforming into a creeping sense of unease.
The more attention I paid to the lyrics, the more I found myself questioning if the diss track, set against the backdrop of an immensely brave but fragile feminist struggle, was just an instance of a man centring himself in a conversation that wasn’t about him.
Bear with me, for I have been very conflicted about the politics of critiquing an ally within a movement that has, since its inception, struggled with allyship. And yet, it is perhaps that very conflict which has left me with so many questions about the nature of male allyship and the space it is beginning to occupy within the feminist movement in Pakistan.