We are witnessing not just the collapse of peace, but the slow, suffocating death of collective conscience.
From Sudan’s scorched villages to Gaza’s shattered streets, from Yemen’s starved cities to Myanmar’s bloody countryside, and now to Kashmir’s trembling borders — the world is breaking into
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
TAXI
I put the small sum of money
I had earned the day before
On the toughened palm
Of a pale-faced taxi driver.
Taxi, take me,
Deliver me
To the silent yesterdays
To the happy yesterdays
On the wings of the butterfly.
I have a letter to the dead ones.
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This is neither the first nor the last
The
Pakistani students recite from work of renowned Russian poets and novelists
Karachi, Sindh
Color, music and poetry assembled at a Russian cultural event at a local university in Karachi on Saturday April 19, 2025 as impressive performances by students enthralled the audiences.
The ceremony, a component of a three-day Russian cultural
Sea
The holy dawn was rising over the sea.
The sea is wondrous, ancient, eternal, wise…
The sea is the tears of brides,
The sea is the avengers, the terrible guardian.
The sea knows the answers, the sea hearts the questions,
In the sea the tears are salty, in the sea the legs are bare.
You listen to the
