The world seems so beautiful

As I look out of this window, lying on my bed

I try to imagine how fast the time passed,

Once upon a time there lived a merchant with his family. God bestowed them
with a son and they named him Ali. Ali was a brilliant kid and did well in
studies; it was evident that he would do great in life. Time passed by, Ali
grew up and became a lawyer. This wearer of the black coat had taken it on
himself to fight for justice and for his people. Time went by and it so

The axe of death proved sharp,
The murdering hands didn't spare
This tree__ the last one of the forest.
It stood here for centuries,
With their names engraved on it
A silent historian of someone's memories,
A shady dwelling of the birds,
A good shelter in sun and rain.

A colloquial proverb goes “Junj praee tey ahmaq nachen”, the
same is true of our electronic media’s response to the US Presidential
election 2008, refer to the numerous talk shows on every other channel.
A prudent mind may question if it would make much difference to us
whether Obama wins the election or it is McCain who stands victorious.

A word about tissue papers. What a product! Now, tissue papers are
available in different colours, size and quality. There are scented and
unscented, available in sachets, roll packs and the regular one.
Depending upon the quality there are soft and rough ones. But whatever
be the size, colour or quality of the tissue papers their destiny and

Fiction. Euphoria is the
story of a neglected child who grows up a wasted youth. An incident in the
village makes him flee. On his journey he experiences life as it is and returns
homes several years later entirely a different man.

I would classify human beings
into four categories. The first kind is of the people who see, hear and
speak. People that fall under second category see and hear but they
don’t speak, though they are not dumb. The people of third kind see and
speak but they don’t hear, though they are not deaf. The people of

Life is the most prominent of the
qualities that distinguish a vital being from an inanimate matter. It is an
inestimable blessing, its value is much more than we can imagine. Life is
beautiful like a rose but to enjoy its fragrance,one needs to be extremely

Wishing you success in all your life,
In the crucible
You’ll find me by your side.
But if my voice fades away,
Never stop;
Nor let your hopes suffer decay.
Dig five feet down,
Put in some straw, and fill the ditch.
The swelling ground
Will tell you where I am.

A joke goes that a suicide bomber was going to hit his target. Just
when he reached there he pushed the button of the bomb attached to his
vest. The bomb did not blast because of some manufacturing fault but
due to shock and a sense of being torn into pieces the suicide bomber
fainted. When he got back to senses he was in a hospital but he thought

‘BARKING dogs seldom bite’, but seldom they do bite. A sane
person would never suggest taking a risk, so better take precautionary measures
while you come across a barking dog.

There was that book then. While being read it was left there as it was.
Wind blew, some of the pages were torn apart. Dust covered it all over,
time went by and it got hard even to read what the book was called. So
the book didn't get much attention usually, sometimes even when someone
tried to read it he couldn't make anything of the story as many pages

Here begins the one
Whose name was written on sand,
Who loved
Blowing winds and falling rain drops,
So far
His name is still there.

As a kid we all have heard or read the story of the clever crow. Syana Kawwa. Here is the same story in a bit different perspective.

Someone defined
democracy as “Government of the people, for the people, by the people.”
But how do we define dictatorship? What is the other name of getting
into power from back doors, reigning like a king and caring least for
the lot? Wild bats fly best at night; dictators have always been

The lawyers and Bar Associations across the country celebrated the
Iftikhar Day on January 31, 2008. Mr. Justice Khwaja Muhammad Sharif

The purpose of my recent expedition to the Soun valley was more than
just roaming the mountains on my bike or aimlessly hiking the