Micro fiction has very interesting stories.

  Labor Day Reflection: : For a person in the crowd, possibly a familiar face that was hard to find. In the end, the ideal individual was found. Getting through the group, he connected, got his hand, and hauled him out of the get-together. Then, at that point, beginning his cruiser, they left. In the wake of riding somewhat further, he dialed back the bicycle and halted close to a tree. Underneath the tree, there was a rough seat. He took a seat and invited the elderly laborer to join him. Discreetly, he opened his pack and took out a lunchbox. Inside were parathas and an omelet, which he placed in front of the elderly laborer, signaling him to eat. "May I ask why this generosity?" inquired the old man. There was a surprise in the old man's voice, "I too, like you, have toiled as a laborer all my life. Now, by God's grace, my children have grown up, and they don't let me do any work. I was sitting at home, watching TV, when a news anchor said someth...

  Title : "Companion of Last Year" :   Last year, I was very ill. That's why I couldn't observe fasting, which worried me a lot. But this time, when I go to Pakistan, I will fast, Insha'Allah," she said, breaking the silence. Wearing a new, crisply ironed outfit that seemed to have come from nowhere, she didn't resemble the village girl at all. "If scratching is your good intention, then see, this time you must surely observe fasting," Mohini reassured her. "I was twelve years old, Mohini when I started observing fasting regularly. Circumstances and events were cruel, and the parents of the village's young girl, Noshi, passed away, leaving her with skeptical relatives. Then, at a young age, she cleaned the false utensils of people and cleared the dirt from the homes. That fair complexion that was once there disappeared completely. So, the praised village girl turned into a scorned one," she spoke, skillfully removing makeup...

  Title : Helpful Stranger. : The withered flower of Sanz had now not only stumbled but also encountered the difficulty of strength. When the whirlwind of exertion arrived, it had to come to a halt. Now taking even a single step and lifting itself became impossible. So, it stumbled, and with a twist of its back, the baggage fell to the ground. But it cared little. It, too, sat on the ground with a broken spirit. Several minutes passed as it revived its breath, wiped away the sweat, and relieved its fatigue. As for carrying the broken load and continuing the journey, that was out of the question. It had distanced itself, even with the load. Now it was contemplating whether to get up and go home, but... what about the baggage? If only it had hired a rickshaw, but in these times, where could one find a rickshaw at night? If not on the main road, how would it be found here? Lockdown had imprisoned life. His home was a kilometer away. Now, standing there, he was thinking that a vo...

  Title: The Withered Blossom: : Sans had once bloomed, but now his steps faltered, burdened by weakness and the grip of exhaustion. When the struggle intensified, he had no choice but to pause. Taking even a single step became impossibility. He stumbled, and his belongings fell to the ground as he slipped from his back onto the earth. Yet, he paid it no mind. He sat there, letting moments pass as he revived his breath, wiped away the sweat, and relieved his fatigue. The question of picking up the fallen load seemed trivial now. His feet no longer bore the weight of his burden. He had distanced himself from the act of picking up. Now, the thought of getting up and going home lingered in his mind. However... "What to do with the belongings?" If only he had hired a rickshaw, but where would he find one in the quiet of the night? If not on the main road, how would he locate it here? Lockdown had confined life to limits, and his home was a kilometer away.  He was startl...

  Title: Father has Passed Away. How will all this happen? : Ashraf expressed his concern, "We need to arrange for the shroud, buy a burial plot, and organize meals for the guests. Then there's the cost of reciting the Quran and the seven-day memorial..." Munir seemed to forget to breathe. Hameed exclaimed, "What if we had given a few thousand rupees to Dad? He asked for medicine, not for indulgence..." The elder brother got agitated and said, "Stop giving lectures and tell us what will happen now. After all, worldly responsibilities have to be fulfilled." All the younger brothers, suggesting solutions, spoke together, "What will happen?... We'll manage. The work was getting done with just two thousand before; now we may have to pay twenty thousand per head. In the end, we also have to maintain our reputation." Upon hearing the younger one's words, they all started calculating their shares. And the soul of the father ...

Title:  An Incomplete Story: : He squeezed the paper with the composed texts into the fire and said: " He pressed the paper with the burning letters in his hand, confused and sad." The Incomplete Story "  he idea of the page has not found that it is anywhere near twenty years of age. It was a tale he had written on paper, and before he could even give it a title, some other story had overshadowed it. Then it got lost amidst piles of papers to the point that it was erased from memory. Twenty years later, one day, as he touched the pen, instead of being happy, he burst into tears. How poignant was this story to his life! Someone had also forgotten him, just as he had forgotten it. Was it forsaken or was it abandoned after being held close? His heart desired some sort of compensation. His sensitive nature couldn't bear any injustice or excess committed against anyone. But the issue was that the story only had a title written down. The plot of the story was reco...

  Title: Forgotten. : Whenever I remember, pearls of tears shimmer in my eyes. A few days before his demise, my father was brought to Dadi Amma's room, semi-conscious, as cancer had consumed him. At that moment, he was in a state of half-consciousness, lifted and brought in. I saw his body, reduced to less than a third of its original self. Cancer and chemotherapy had devoured the rest. Reaching out, I searched for my mother's lap and laid my head there. For some reason, it felt like I had become a child again. When my elder brother said, "Abu, let me take you to your room," I restrained him, repeatedly saying, "Wait, stop, hold on." When my brother insisted, an incoherent utterance escaped my mouth, "Amma... Amma," as if I were calling out to my mother for help. I wanted no one to take him away from there. Perhaps, in the final moments of my life, I wished to share them with my mother. Dadi Amma's condition was such that she ...

  Title: His Longing Persisted: : He lamented that he could never use anything new, from books to clothes, and from caps to shoes. From mufflers to jerseys, everything came to him second-hand, and he continued to endure patiently. In his heart, there was only one desire – which someday, something new would also come into his life. After completing his education, he found a job, but it was also a second-hand position – a clerk's job in place of his father. When he matured, a girl entered his life, and he wanted to marry her. However, when he discovered that she had a history with another guy, he let her go. Besides, his family was not pleased with this relationship. They had already chosen a girl for him – a girl who had previously been the wife of his deceased brother. Then his sister-in-law entered his life with her two children. There was no issue for him with the girl, but she brought her late husband's children into his life.   (The end

   Title: Hundred words story: Quite a long time ago, there was a wealthy person. Regardless of possessing whole production lines in China, he needed satisfaction... Bizarre fretfulness generally encompassed him. He had become helpless in the hands of his emptiness. At some point, while visiting his new processing plant, he saw a specialist partaking in a feast close to the helipad. He was holding a slice of bread in one hand and eating it with onions. He went to his secretary and said, "I wish this man would remove all my riches and give me his hunger..."   The End