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Shehzil Malik is one of the finest creative talents to come out of Pakistan in recent times. You know her – yes you do – as the unabashedly desi creative force behind Uth Oye’s designs and Patari’s Aslis. But Shehzil has done a lot of other truly amazing work which we aim to portray in this feature and how she is changing the graphic industry of Pakistan. passions of design and social responsibility result in consultancy work with nonprofits and collaborative projects with an interest in using a design for social change.
Her passions of design and social responsibility result in consultancy work with nonprofits and collaborative projects with an interest in using a design for social change.
As part of the International Development Innovation Network (IDIN), She is fortunate to have access to tools and processes that encourage design with co-creation at its heart and foster empathy. It is this knowledge that she bring to her role as visiting faculty at Beaconhouse National University’s School of Visual Arts & Design.
Her work is repleted with social change and revolves around breaking stereotypes, attached some of her work below which is a vital proof that her work is one of its own kind and we usually don’t come across this kind of work :
So here is the Pakistani version of women, where women are seen as packages for marriage.
Say it ain’t so!
2-Is my shirt not too long ?
About this comic in her own word :
I drew this comic as catharsis after my daily walk in my neighbourhood park. Everyday without fail, I’d be followed, heckled, sung to and stared at. I have been groped more times than I can remember. One time when we were all women sitting in our car, we were mugged at gunpoint. Another time, my friend and I were getting food from a market when a man tried to force his way into our car, yelling through the car window, “YES OR NO??” when he realised our doors were locked.
I have no conclusions to share. I love being outdoors. I can’t sit still. Only for the past couple of years have I found the confidence to explore my own city streets and my own country. I’ve met wonderful people. I’ve found hospitality at shrines, mosques and bazaars. And yet there is no simple answer to how to manage being a woman. You can’t rationalise the fear that very genuinely exists when you step outside. Often I am not allowed to go into my backyard if my parents aren’t home in case our domestic help see an opportunity to be abusive.
What is public space then and what is private… and does it even matter if your body makes you a liability anywhere? Often I think- I didn’t choose to be born a woman, I didn’t ask for this body. I consider myself a capable human being, I can talk my way out of tricky situations. But I have also realised that I there is so much helplessness if the other person chooses to be violent.
I read the Stanford rape victim’s letter last night. I’m posting this image today as tribute to her and all those who have suffered such horrific abuse. I know no other way to give my support, my love. I don’t know you, but you will be on my mind and in my prayers, always.
3-A Blatant Girl