tamasha gaah

..the magical scene at dusk by the sea shore was captivating , harold was enchanted   

Walking on the shores he abruptly stopped, he dug his both  feet  deep in the wet sand , breathing deep twice  he mumbled incomprehensively 

Oh , the same dark shadow

The shadow had   been troubling harold for quite some time , he had tried to find a solution and talk himself out of this situation, that it was merely an illusion  , some error of thought that he felt a shadow  moving around him , after sundown the night fell quickly

Its easy to explain and lecture others but the situation completely changes when you experience the same problem yourself, harold was going through the similar cicumstances

gadhha murda

..third july 2019  evening eight past three minutes lake texas

The lake  was still and the surface reflected sundiwn  crimson bright , vessels sailed  towards their destinations ,  nightly activities had begun clouds were molten gold  amidst them shining shimmer of stars danced , benjamin  stood in his soanish villa valcony watching this scene , this villa was located  one stone away from the ninety years old dam built by the lake, he considered  it was bought at galf the price , he could sell it whenever ge wanted at double the price, it was the best befitting gift he ever could get for serving loyaly  the state for over twenty years

page 49

....office incharge  was  interviewing candidates asked the first one  to tell the spelling of glass

G, L, A,S,S. Answered the first candidate

Fail spoke the officer incharge

The candidate exited his face hung low

The long line of candidates one by one entered and exited with their dropped jaws 

But in the end one emerged grinning broadly and explained he had passed  the easy test

He was asked the spelling of glass

He did correctly  g.l.a.s.s

Fail

He again spelled it right

F.a.i.l.

page 11

...  the following year azim s factory caught fire , it was a garment factory  fuel  to the fire

It happened like this , one year after muhammed sadiq was thrown out of the house,  during winter when the sun was quite dull , the factory was working its routine on threads  , materials, cutting, stitching, sewing, machines clanged noisily, workers bent on their projects focused, , 

Azim looked  around owning the factory  proud and content,  success and  fulfilment showed on his face  but what was really in his heart was not showing

Play of destiny is incredibly unpredictable  by the evening a spark struck the clothes kept in the godown , it kept on moving through the bundles  unseen un noticed, nobody observed , the spark breathed  and the wind blew  it s lapping flames  to swallow hungrily all that came into its contact, smoke started rising , workers began panicking screaming jumping and running for their life , clanging nachines noise was drowned into absolute silence , as strong  whispering flames began consuming menacingly the.  factory

sabab aur hausla

....each and every person who comes across into your life comes with a purpose , from some you learn the true meaning of love and care, from some  you learn how to get along with others , some teach you lessons on becoming patient , some  teach you to dream big dreams ,some encourage you to muster more courage and face life problems fearlessly , i personally believe every person you meet has a role to play in your life 

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Maulvi teacges you to fear gid

Sufi teacges you you are beloved if god

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Real dirt is inside corrupting your tgoughtstream

page 14

...it was fifteenth of june, the country was  suffering from intense summer heat, but it felt a piece of paradise on the river kanhar, the sky covered tightening it with clouds , soon enough the sun disappeared completely amidst the overcasting cloudy sky, every soul was refilled with renewed energy as the air cooled down 

Zartaj  lifted her arms  and stretcged them out on her second floor room in the balcony  and shut her eyes , the winds were fragrant  coming through the forest of flowrrs , she inhaked   seeping in the divine  air 

Zartaj was an ordinary looking woman with common dark complexion , her height was good, what added color to her persona was her honey coloured eyes and hair , her whole family agreed she took these two honey coloured  features from her father azim ali the rest of herself was exact carbon copy of her mother

akhri scene

...nadya stood behind the rostrum in the classroom looking at the sixth standard students explaining to them the importance of hands 

Children, there was a poor boy in a village , his name was ali, he gad no wealth no assets but the almighty had given him two hands  strong and healthy, ali frequently thought what good were his hands , they did not give him foid nor money, one day the village was destroyed in a terrible storm, trees were uprooted, neighbours rooftops flew off , ali saw  the villagers were helpless and miserable, ali extended helping hands tiwards them, rebuilding their cotrages, digging the earth, piling up bricks, removing stones and debris, others followed him, the village stood back as good as new again, his village  rewarded him for lending his helping hands ,  ali had learned  extending helping hands to the needy  was his true wealth god had given him