About Us

The NALSAR Minorities' Forum was formed in January 2020 in the wake of the Anti CAA-NPR-NRC protests throughout India.  We comprise of students belonging to various oppressed communities including Muslims, Dalits, Adivasis and LGBTQ. 

Through this forum we wish to provide a space for students from marginalized communities to express their experiences and views on issues which affect our communities.  We hope to start conversations about issues which have always been sidelined, or appropriated by people of other communities.

This platform would be used by NMF to voice its opinions on several issues that are close to our heart. The individual blog posts reflect the thoughts and opinions of the authors and not of the NMF team.

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