It's time he spoke
From the Blog tenandup *I walked into the warm, welcoming aroma of coffee and chocolate. The smell made me feel welcome. It's funny, but this smell did more than that, it made me feel safe, how it burst in through my nostrils and rushed into my lungs, I could sit and sniff at it all day and not need anything to eat. Mesmerized by this hazy, thick aroma, I sat down next to the counter and skimmed through the tattered old menu-card. They didn't have anything the ordinary café didn't have, nor did they have anything that made you think, 'Wow, okay, this is different, I'll try it out.'* *I was endorsed completely in the menu-card until the door behind the counter creaked opened and a middle-aged lady with brown hair stepped out. She had fairly wrinkly skin, the kind that said she wasn't young anymore, butpakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
Story of Hajra
From the Blog jamash Living in the low income area of karachi, Hajra had recently got married, her husband Asim was a sales representative at one of the small departmental stores in karachi. They had just started the journey of their lives and were trying to barely meet their ends. but it all too a turn to the worst when one night after completing his shift Asim was returning home on his motorbike when all of a sudden he heard loud sounds of gun shots, before he could realise what had happened he was lying of the road, off from his bike bleeding and in pain . Lucky for him he managed to call his wife and he was rushed to the hospital. Three months later today although he has survived, he can't do much work, and needs constant medical support his wife now a mother of a baby girl works double shifts pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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