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,
In the restless moments of waiting in Cairo, I wandered between the ebbing of words and the depth of ideas, torn between the ache of loss and the demands of study and the future ahead.
I spoke to myself once, then again, then again—until I found solace in patience and summoned my unyielding resolve.
I remained in the company of my
Every July, as the monsoon clouds drift over my city, Moro and the winds carry the scent of distant mountains, a vivid memory returns to me like an old friend. It was July of the year 2000 — a full 25 years ago — when I embarked on an unforgettable journey to the northern areas of Pakistan. A journey that wasn’t just about
