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It has always been said that smoking causes many diffefent types of dangerous diseases like cancer. But according to some experts of World Health Organization (WHO) smoking cigarrette is beneficial to a healthy and a long life. The experts...
Once there lived a skeptic man, named Xenos from about 1566 in ancient Ethiopia. During childhood, he always listened myths, specially Greek myths from his grandfather. Xenos always saw his father worshipping gods, having same bodies and images as...
0“A craving for love” is an excellent novel, authored by a well-known Balochi writer, Ghani Parwaz and was translated into English by Amjad Bojair in 2014. The book itself in Balochi language was published in 2000 by Jamshad Publications,...
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...
Stranger
Balochi Poetry: Pazeer GM
English Translation: Nabeel Armaan
Tis life
Tis servitude
Night's color is the delightness of walls and streets
My feet are detached from my wheat skined land
Stranger come here
Moving where
Will you not bind the salt of river with your throat
That it...
The book “Energy Addict” is written by an American author Jon Gordon in 2004. This book has been sold throughout the globe with the translation of several languages because of its uniqueness.
Energy Addict is all about the secret of...
Like a shadeless tree
The world around me
Is still appeased
And looks ugly
No one awaits
And often everyone eludes
Thence I face the sun,
Moon and wind alone
No dewdrops emboss on me
For I am not green anymore
No wind blows across
For I am in utter...
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...
Lumma-e-Watan
While sky hung its moon,
Enthroned my moon on its bosom
That comforted my soul
Air confines the unity
Loud silence whispers
Darkness glares
Every night moon brings a new story of dead voices
I enjoy
Smile
And laugh
Laugh louder,
The moon speaks of hope in language Lumma-e-Watan taught
Of...
