Memory Lane

Akser es duniya mein

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First Time With You

Short Story

My Calloused Bare Feet…

Then the tank shot. I was turned to smithereens. I had died for my God. He had killed for his

Satire

Compounding Tragedy by Mourning Methods

Instead of cooperation and cohesive planning after the bomb blasts, there is a feeling of chaos, aimless anger and disarray

Mehdi the Magnificent

Mehdi Hassan was given the unofficial honorary title of Ustad and we all felt legitimate pride when Lata – the

The Heart of Starkness: Naga Diaries 4

The emotional issue of the state and also the region, was ticking next to us in the vehicles we used,

Poetry

Hidden Desires

Oh, chaste wither away! And set her lust free--
held incarcerated, long ago a romance ceased to be
to whisper

death trek

The Girl Who Loves The Moon

Satire

Other Impressions of the WSF-A Political Opinion

Even though WSF may have helped Karachi’s image for the very forces of oppression it stands against and

Short Story

Se Agapo

Elvis sang in his soulful voice and I absorbed the sights and smells of Karachi. When driving at night, she

Satire

Is Another World Possible?

The best part of the World Social Forum held in Karachi recently was that a woman from a

Poetry

The Singing Box

Bodies in black, swaying,
Like wild swans,
Floating on diverging ripples,
Fingers meditating

Short Story

The Nightmare

He seems to be in some kind of trance, like a person approaching death and denying anything that life has

Poetry

Tribute to Mother

From that corner of your heart where motherhood
Lay rooted and from those cracks that were formed
Due to suppressed desire burst