"There is a difference between a good human and a good doctor." - Muslim Noorani
Being lost in the city where you have been living for years is so similar to being lost in one's own self. Just like probing thoughts take us to some unexplored parts of our own selves.
Sometimes the time changes alone. Sometimes it's just the people. Even I changed from what I was at the beginning of this writing.
Every language has a word for them. Every culture knows their traditions. Every religion, every history has them hiding in their dark places. There is no part of the world that does not know them. They are the Djinn. They are among us. The book is a collection of 22 stories from vast ends and cultures of the world about Djinns, ghosts, specters, or whatever you call them in your language.
This is a really wonderful collection where there were so many variations of djinn both good and evil, mischievous and kind, religious and deviant. There's not a single poorly written story. They're all very well-thought, carefully crafted and character driven stories. I definitely recommend this to anyone who loves short stories and is looking to read a diverse collection about magic and supernatural in fiction.
Perhaps one of the best of the works of M A Rahat comes in the form of a story from the Samanabad neighborhood of Lahore. Dating back to his golden days of writing, the story was first published episodically in Akhbar-e-Jahan which earned him popularity among the fiction lovers of the Urdu reading world.
The theme of novel is mystery and supernatural. Sadly like all writers, at a few points the writer propagates his own religious beliefs to the readers but it happens only at a handful moments. Besides this tiny flaw, the whole aura of suspense and tension keeps the reader on the edge of the seat.
Having spent most of his writing time in Lahore and also being inspired from his own neighborhood, the key parts of the story happen in the Lahore of late 80's to early 90's. So the internet generation might find the lack of smartphones and social spaces hard to apprehend. But those who grew up in that time would come across many nostalgic moments which is a plus.
The story revolves around a boy born and raised in Bahrain to Pakistani parents and had been told so many tales of their ancestral homeland even though he was never allowed to travel to his father's birthplace, Lahore, he wanted to. His father used to pay regular visits to the country however and during his last visit, he disappears triggering a series of events including their coming to Pakistan for the very first time and discovering their relatives, their culture and their huge assets which their father had made with a fortune. Some frightening and in-explainable events break their courage and hope to know what happened to their father. Its a supernatural crime thriller which must be made into a movie. Just an amazing tale.
The biggest factor to decide the fruit is always the seed. The other factors count too but they can never alter the nature of the fruit. A pregnant mother carries a seed too. Here, she is a factor for the biggest factor. Let's hope only the positive plays for new soul.
That is another name of lives. Old, wrinkled faces have a lot of stories hidden under their skin. But as everyone has a different price at which they open up, it is almost impossible to put a tag about the worth of wisdom. Why would an old man speak of his first sleepless night as a boy when all that night he kept thinking about a girl. Why? It would still be an interesting story if he speaks up. But his wife might not be that very girl he thought about and at the moment she is still waiting outside the clinic. Hence such a story is most likely to be hidden till it just vanishes with the soul who knows it, for good. And we would never know of this tale. His blood picture is a story too. Too much of harmful oils and sugars have reached his blood over the years. I guess he still found a way to think of happiness and pursuit it or at least the illusion of it. Even if one tries to dig into his stories out of sheer curiosity, finding all the edges of the picture is impossible. Tiny fragment missing from a painting can alter the truth. What if half of the face was missing from The Mona Lisa ? A reality would have been shattered into two possibilities - her being normal and her being blind, at least in one eye.
Telling someone that you love them.
Telling someone that you don't.
A smokeless fire started it all. Another smokeless fire stays burning.
Compilation of short stories of the spooks, goblins, ghouls and ghosts of Ruskin Bond. The first story is what sets the name of the book. Even for an adult reader, Ruskin Bond never fails to amaze.
A love story that walks on the footsteps of religion and mystery. Unlike what subcontinent authors try to do to make a best seller, this is really a piece of art. A book that will haunt you for years to come.
The story revolves around a girl and a boy named Zam whom she discovers in garbage and saves his life.
The book is filled with Arabic calligraphy and expressions from the Arabian culture.
References from all the Abrahamic religions fill the gripping story line.
The book shows miracles mentioned in the Bible and the Quran but the artist has not drawn the face of Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him, out of respect.
In the end, it's a story you will NEVER forget.
It bit me. I couldn’t bite him. Then he tried to make the things smooth again. This counts as another biting. As for the wish to bite him, that is a legal right of every carnivore.
End 2 /
It is the inevitable truth. People doubt God, love and science. But they don’t doubt the end.
January 1st, 2004. An album was released. And “Undisputedly” I fell in love. With it, first.
It always has a source. Only one source should not be a wise man’s tale.
Some humans eat humans and still they are not cannibals. And no, this is NOT a romantic expression.
End 1 /
You come closer to it with every passing day. You are closer to it than you were at the beginning of this line. That is the truth.
Some never cross. Others shouldn’t be.
A film of blood. A film of oil. A film at the photographers. A film we went to. Then is life, you star in it. It isn’t a good film if there is no worthy villain in it.
We all are getting corroded. By time. By emotions. By people. By our very own selves. And no one can stop it.