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murad  ali  returns  home  , pondering  how  strange  life  could  be, two  identical  faces  , yet  so  different  , when he  saw  his  father  he  asked  him if he  had  ever  seen  identical  people, the  father  smiled  and  commented  in kerachi  there  was  nothing  much  to  see,  , there  were  some  who  resembled  closely  to  another  but  otherwise  it  was  impossible  to  find  identical  persons,