Muhammad Farhan
Better Times Dec 31, 1969
It is Akhtar’s fifth year in captivity. Like the others, he too is given the food confiscated from the UN and other aids which came in frequently at different locations in the city.
Bovinity Dec 31, 1969
I politely asked the strange being in a language which it could easily understand to reduce the volume. It said: Jee? Avaaz oonchi ker doon?
Visiting Khuzdar Dec 31, 1969
I was surprised to see the participants already there. From my past experiences I had learned that it was always the teacher who made the mistake of coming early to the class, but here was a group of students clad in shining white shalwar kameez
Ruzbihan and the Eunuch Dec 31, 1969
Being the smallest in his family, little Ruzbihan had a hard time trying to figure out ways to end his post-marriage misery. Sometimes he thought about divorce, but he knew his mother would kill herself if he did that. Sometimes he thought of committing s
What is the Matrix? Dec 31, 1969
The common man walks down the road in his shalwaar kameez, dhoti bunyaan or … His pockets have been drained, dark circles around his eyes due to sleepless nights, his wife and children starving for the past three days and the roof of his house leaky
The Angel Dec 31, 1969
Old men in their best perfumed attire stuttered their last words of wisdom in his ear, making sure that no one else heard what they had said. He felt empowered, confident, brave, patriotic… he felt like a hero, already.
Bombs and Beards Dec 31, 1969
It traverses my face like a helmet strap, as if trying to keep my lower jaw from falling. What started as an urge to make something different out of myself has now maintained a debilitating and deceptive permanency, making others believe what I am not
Confessions of an Assassin Dec 31, 1969
There are still about 13 pages left in you, but unfortunately they won’t be graced by my gruesome tales of murder, deception, espionage and innumerable assassinations anymore.
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