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...
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....
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...
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...
It was afternoon when he was preparing to leave for bus terminal. The weather seemed brokered by clouds_ the clouds which cried to water the land, the clouds that enhanced the love of landlord towards his lands by producing...
"You are wanted, Big, small, tall, Short, pretty, plain, friendly, shy, Don’t let anyone tell you, otherwise not even yourself. Especially not yourself" Everyone thinks they know Libby Strout, but no one’s ever looked past her weight to see who...
The writer of this book, Declan Walsh is an Irish author and journalist who served as Pakistan bureau chief for “The Guardian" and "The New York Times" from 2003 to 2013. He was forced to leave Pakistan within 72...
Rich dad Poor dad is written by Robert Kiyosaki and Sharon Lechter in 1997. Robert Kiyosaki teaches people to be millionaires. He is called the millionaire school teacher. Beside this, he is also author of "If You Want to...
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...

Stranger

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...

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