That the village lands are sold off, I have more plans for our future , to open an institute and a magazine, you just wait and watch me how I make progress naghin sounded enthusiastic
Building up dreams , but how many years will that take, your abba fanatically loves his village and will never allow you to cut off ties with it, but even if we suppose all your plans manifest how much can a writer and a poet make practically, is it possible for you to actually compete with the world racing up speeding up just by your poetry
Look, all this is fine work in college life , to compose something and get appreciation but in real life all this has no importance, , fast pace world ignores insignificant small words, speaking rapidly gazal fell silent, naghin glanced at her all her face features and complexion and looks were the same but but there was something more today he couldn't put a name to
He asked her to say it whatever was troubling her mind, his voice firm and hard, her face went a couple of shades pale, look naghin she began stealing her gaze, my father likes a boy of his friend from America for me to marry, you have no chance before him , they have money and status you don't have, even if I protested and mentioned your name my father wouldn't agree
He suddenly felt weak as if a very strong storm had shaken him and left him silent, he realized that extra color on her face today was of unfaithfulness
Gazal pushed her chair backwards a signal she was ready to leave, picked up her shoulder bag, she turned to go, naghin then spoke in slow soft but strong tone that she was absolutely right, he didn't have the standard she was looking for but he released her from his commitment, she was free, but money will never buy her a sincere heart
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