It seems to me that if there is anything to be said about demons, they are none other than humans
A few days ago, I got a sudden phone call from poet Ashraf Ali Charu Bhai a little before noon. Go to Kausar’s shop and find out that it will take another minute or two for him to arrive. I have never seen so many people in the market on
I was sitting with my American friend when a 10 year old girl joined us. We didn’t know her before but she asked to join our company till her parents come. She was a lovely girl and being in the club there was no reason to decline her request. I just wondered if she would bear with us. To my surprise she was so friendly and talkative.
I was once scrolling down my Facebook account and then I stopped at a post. It was Ms. Yvonne Ridley’s photo of 20 Scottish Muslims on a mission to visit a lonely grave in the Highlands. There they prayed and remembered the deceased with due honor. I was intrigued by the fact that the very grave is up the mountains and it belongs to the
Nguyen Van Dien, a poet from Vietnam, the Land of Blue Dragon, shares his three poems
Nguyen Van Dien, a poet from Vietnam, was born in 1958 at his hometown Hung Yen. He is member of Vietnamese Writers’ Association, Deputy Director of Vietnamese Literary Copyright Center, and Member of Hung Yen Literature and Arts Association. His
A piece of fiction that narrates the story of archaeologist Sir John Marshall’s grandson Peter, who traveled a long way from London and breathed his last in Karachi before visiting Mohenjo-Daro, the site of Great Indus Civilization
On one cool evening in London, barrister Mazhar Kazi received a phone call from Dr. Imdad Ali, his
