He is perpetually seen in visiting the graveyard day in, day out. Sometimes_ passes his whole days and nights in the graveyard echoing an unanswered question, "Who is next?" He is_ albeit never wished to be caged with the...

Memory

Originally written by Altaf Sakhi in Balochi & translated into English by Ali Jan Maqsood یات مرچی پُریں دو سال ات کہ آ چہ لوگءَ دراتکگ ات.....بلے آ هچ بر چو ملُور نہ ات چو کہ مرچی آ چو ملُور ات......شپ...
If God smiles...! In the world of humanity Where God desperately gathers the happinesses Excluding all the sorrows! The birds dream of a system with justice Not only in words but in practical! Beseeching to the nearest to God, we eye you Hayat If thou finds...
An apology To myself, engulfing my guilt of silence An apology of the pen I possess A duty I skipped, not sometimes although Covering with grieved rain of tears amidst the veiled truth Naked, thenceafter! The descending attempts of fear making room inside I leave! Making my...
When the day departs, Your happiness recedes. The blue eyes not, Imply at thee in low-spirited Only in your lane You speak not but, When you speak, A peel of laughter echoes across the graveyard. When you smile, The whole world smiles with you For, You smile a beautiful smile If...
Ngugi wa Thiong’o, a novelist, short story and non-fiction writer, was born on January 5, 1938 in Kamirithu, Kenya. His original name is James Thiong’o. He began writing while he was a university student and has published more than...
The places I have seen hunt me The girl with the anklet in her feet, Wants to dance her heart out But dust followed her with chains of slavery instead of anklets in her feet Her fate give her the dusty border red with her...
Humans confused me_ why was I abducted and buried alive? Was it because of Sammo_ an angel, blue-eyed with flashes of stars and walking like a morning air flowing through the forest? But mother Shari always weeps and still...
An empty house seeing no light within Knock knock no replay Only cries of disappeared man's hollowness A house with no spirit in it knowing well the one inside abandoned it Disappeared from a long time With no replay no traces Loneliness of the house narrating a tale...
The book "Murg da’ima baal kanant" is one of the most mysterious books that I have ever read. This book is the combination of different beautiful short stories which talk about the various Baloch societal problems and their solutions....

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