Between the rhythms of wipers, the downpour, and Sindhi kalam, time melted away. After nearly 250 kilometers, we reached Karlskoga, where we stopped at a petrol station for a short break.
By Abdullah Usman Morai | Sweden
The Journey Begins from Stockholm
It was barely a week since I had returned from New York in August 2023 when my
My hatred for him surpasses the length of the world’s mountains, and my rage against him is as vast as the roaring, frozen oceans. My fury at him is as massive as erupting volcanoes whose flames never die, and my anger at him as deep as the earth’s trembling core between the horns of a maddened bull. My loathing for him stretches
On the wooden cart, atop a mat spread over bundles of straw, lay a child asleep—a child whose chances of survival were slim. That sick, innocent child was my father, Qurban Ali.
Suddenly, a ragged, God intoxicated wanderer stood right in the middle of the road in front of the bullock cart and said, “Take him home. Nothing
With steadfast tread I climbed triumph’s towering illusion,
Mistaking vain success for life’s sovereign culmination.
Dr. Sajid Hussain, a renowned poet from Rawalpindi, Punjab province of Pakistan shares his poetry on humanity and nature
Dr. Sajid Hussain, born on February 1, 1969, in Morgah, Rawalpindi, Pakistan, is
Perhaps friendship, like life itself, is fluid. Some people walk with us for a mile, some for decades.
By Abdullah Usman Morai | Sweden
The Unspoken Grief of Fading Friendships
It often begins quietly — a delayed reply to a message, a missed call that goes unreturned, a birthday that slips by unnoticed. There’s no fight,
