Khabarnama
From the Blog safdarsikandar kal baarish kee peshangoi hai toofan aur taiz hawayen baarish kay saath raqs dikhayen geen, baadal bharpoor adakaari ka muzahira kertay huay apni majboori kaa rona royen gay woh ghareebon per barasna nahin chahtay, dunya kay badtareen sheher ko bhighona nahin chahtay magar inkay, balkay kisi kay bhi haath mein hai hee kya siwayay ahkaamaat bhari kokh* kay? . . . . **kokh is a hindi word which means a womb, you must have heard it used numerous times in sentimental indian movies. in urdu a womb is called rehum, as my friend H recalled from his treasure of vocabulary. * pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
The common sense of a socialist trucker in Boston
From the Blog beenasarwar [image: fullsizeoutput_556.jpeg] "Defend Moslems. Stop Trump." He's not shouting or holding up placards. Just sitting atop a green box by the Park Street Station at Boston Common, hands clasped around knees drawn up to his body. Wearing a bicycle helmet, purple rimmed reflector sunglasses, black t-shirt and shorts, sneakers. "Stop racism," he says to no one in particular. I turn back to talk to him, and later notice the posters on the wall a few feet away from where he's sitting. Fight for Socialism. Rent Control. Fight Fascism. His name is Sean. He yanks off the bicycle helmet and sunglasses when I ask him why he's wearing them. He's looks young but his hair is white, and he has steady brown eyes. "I'm not trying to hide," he explains. "The sun's very bright." That it is. pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
Lucky
From the Blog pakteahouse *By Hamza Arshad* 'Well, at last you are here'. 'Yes', the boy replied, 'and I'm also surprised to see you'. 'But you are in a miserable condition Dad', asked the boy, looking at his throat. 'O come on, now it doesn't matter', the elderly man replied, but I was worried about you all'. The boy looked sad. 'Are others still there', the man asked. 'I don't know' the boy shook his head and then he moved toward him. There was queer darkness around. Far, very far away, a shadow was moving in the dusk. No step, no sound, no tread, just moving and moving on. He was headed towards them. He could not see but something was driving him towards that place. 'I thought', the man said in a gloomy voice, 'they would spare you. You should be there for more years, many more'. He tried to wpakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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