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Why do things happen? Trapped in our code of life. Pulls, haws, cuts. Yet real, dark eyebrows. Sitting on top of our eyes. Is the change that we await. In the most tragic times,. Wide, open for the receiver. I am the breeze that blows on high mountains. I am the waves that crashes on the shore.

Rahe us shokh se aazurdah ham chande takalluf se; takalluf-bar-taraf, thaa ek andaaz-e-junoon vo bhii - Ghalib. Ghalib - vo firaaq aur vo visaal kahaan. Saturday, 15 October 2011. Ghalib - vo firaaq aur vo visaal kahaan. That functions as the radif. Vo firaaq aur vo visaal kahaa. وہ فراق اور وہ وصال کہاں. وہ شب و روز و ماہ و سال کہاں.

Under the shadow of the pouring Sun. Where the clouds whisper to thunder. And the red pint of stamps fly. Against the wind to the land of war. There lies an empty house. In the corner of the town. Where postcards are the only guest. The guns soak the red and shoot. Paper planes carrying stories of demise,. Making this empty house emptier. While a hollow sunken soul lives in memories. Waiting for its bones to be debris. And eyes to dim forever.

Tales of haunted hotel floors and faraway myths. Some of my short stories, draft ideas and everyday tautologies. Last night, there were two triggers that set the imp loose in that vast dimension.

A Passion Of Healing Souls. Its me Syeda Tahreem Fatimah. Welcome to my home page.