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.....this  love story began circulating  over and over again,  shahya murud was  searching for his  lost dreams,  life for him  was  a bed of thorns,  he cut off his bondings from the social world,  he put away his sword and  placed his  arrows  as decorative pieces  because now his weapons belonged to the past  memories 

He would speak to himself  his love  was  uncomparable  nobody could love anyone the way he  had loved 

Second voice would  respond  no shahya murid  you are a liar,  those who truly love never give away their love  to someone else,  but nurture it carefully like  burns on the palms 

He would reply  he was helpless,  

The second voice belonged to his conscience  and laughed at his excuses  , he had failed to accept Hani s sentiments not realizing what all she was going through 

Shahya murid would then  confess  slowly to himself he was guilty,  he didn't want it that way  but  somehow he was cheated by his own  ego, he had  broken his promise thinking    entire baluchistan was   spitting on him,  time and  history will never  forgive him  , nobody will  ever  since he  shirked from his  ethical responsibility