The Pinnacle of Blasphemy

“Any person of the Quadiani group or the Lahori group (who call themselves ‘Ahmadis’ or by any other name) who directly or indirectly, poses himself as a Muslim, or calls, or refers to, his faith as Islam, or preaches or propagates his faith, by words, either spoken or written, or by visible representations, or in […]

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A Blogger’s Agony

Buddies! It’s too much of mayhem, isn’t it? There must be something of humour too. Starting my own Blog Jaded by the monotony in life, I ventured to discover the arena of blogging. I happily surfed the bloggers of my interests. I read, read and read till I reached a point where I thought I […]

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Sextremism

Since my early age, I have been greatly enthralled by literature. The moments arrive in one’s life when one thinks of himself invigorated and reborn into a new formation, while putting his/her past aside. Amongst many of those moments in my life, was the time when I had read each and every word Manto ever […]

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My Atrocious Loneliness

When heart sinks, With Unconscious limbs… The Soul seems to’ve been lost, Nothing  remains, hopes are dashed… Body is lively dead, No more respiration, Just weakness and perspiration, No more fight With life, All this happens, When you are not with me…

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‘The one who is abused is an abuser’

I entreat you to try to embody yourself in the following characters; “There is a 17 years old skinny boy who goes to a High School in a small town. He dreams himself to be a well-educated chap to help his country and people. He strives for that. To his wonderment, one day he goes […]

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Extremism, Part of Our Blood

We, as a nation, have something more in our blood than mere ‘red cells’, ‘white cells’ and ‘platelets’. As a matter of fact the laboratory of ‘sanity and justice’ carried a blood test of the nation which discovered an additional element in our blood. This malicious element running in our veins affects our senses and […]

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Gypsyish Soul

An excerpt from an autobiography; “I, unaware of my dimensions, scattered as I grew old. I had no ends and no limits. Then I started knitting myself and found I might be able to write. As soon as I try to walk I struttle and fall down. I get up and try to reach a […]

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