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The Cycle That Never Came

Not all promises are fulfilled the way we expect. Sometimes, what we never receive becomes the reason we rise the highest. In a quiet village nestled beside the winding waters of the Rohri Canal, where the soil smelled of wheat and river silt, lived the Manjhi family. Their life was humble, stitched together by simplicity, love, and

Poetry: Let’s remember the past

Writing poetry, searching the heart, Let’s remember the past. He wears the lamp of regret, Crying is stupid. Tuliyeva Sarvinoz, a poetess from Uzbekistan, shares her poetry Tuliyeva Sarvinoz, a poetess from Uzbekistan, was born on November 8, 1999. She graduated from Alisher Navoi Tashkent State University of Uzbek

Climate Change: The Earth in Crisis

Understanding Climate Change and Environmental Neglect This article explores the urgent reality of climate change, its causes, and devastating effects—especially in South Asia and Pakistan. It also highlights the role of youth, media, and global cooperation in addressing this critical issue. The Earth, once abundant with natural

Travelogue: Enchanting Malta Unveiled – 1

Welcome to Malta! Inspired by the vivid descriptions of Malta in the preface of my first travel book, Musafaton by Altaf Shaikh, my friends—Sunil Lohano, Jibran Baladi, Vickey Wadhwani—and I decided to visit this fascinating country. Malta is a place you could visit time and again. Jibran had even booked the flight tickets, but

Short Story: Engineers Trapped in Tunnel

The heavy steel door slammed shut with a chilling echo. In the heart of a remote tunnel, David and Aisha froze. The faint sound of dripping water punctuated the eerie silence, but the real horror crept in when David twisted the handle. It didn’t budge. “We’re locked in,” he murmured, his voice tight with