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The Daughter of Mahmoud:

  Title: Mahmud's Little girl: Professor  Sahib was perusing a book when the lights out of nowhere went out at night. In the wake of lighting the candle, the light turned on once more. He tried a variety of methods to get the light; However, it's not finished at this point. Strange studies started creeping into his mind. Along with the fear that maybe the oxygen position had dropped nearly, but the coming moment, he dismissed the study because he was a professor. He allowed. That if the oxygen position was low, also the carbon dioxide position must be high, and if the carbon dioxide position was high, the candle should have directly extinguished – whether or not or now no longer my lungs had been weakened – I needed to have reduced in size the coronavirus. These studies made him break out in a cold sweat, and he began to wonder," What will be now? God enjoins, if commodity happens to me, what will be to my dear woman? “The mind was a battlefield of strange studies. I...

Mama,

  The title of the story is "Mama, : Our Teleplay' Darguzar' was magnified. And your performance was extraordinary. The final scene of the drama was so poignant that no one could hold back their rips. You forgave your husband and made the drama dateless. Thank you so much, my son. You forgave your hubby and made the drama dateless." Thank you so much, my son. This drama has entered similar inconceivable feedback that I can not describe as a splendid addition to my career, and it has elevated my fame to new heights. A woman, who has by no means added everybody to rips, forgiving one of these massive mistakes of her hubby and determining to live together, becomes nearly a stunning decision." Mama, you will not have to work now? How so, my son? I do not understand. “ You’re the equal for your factual societies also. Have you not allowed about it? This drama seems like it's drafted rested on your life. You, too, haven't learned to forgive. You left your pri...

Delightful Young lady:

Title: " Delightful Young lady" Regardless of the way that she coming up short on normal excellence, every individual who passed by gave her a look. With skill, she measured the turns and curves of each gaze at her. With just a glance, she could determine who was evaluating her.. She had learned to recognize the intentions of those who gazed at her from the comfort of her home. Her grandmother constantly shared stories about the covetousness in people's eyes. According to her, every look carried a different amount of covetousness. Therefore, she could decipher pining ganders, checking eyes, admiration, or indeed love. Occasionally, a perverse look from a boy would render her helpless, as if reading his character through his eyes. The first day of college was full of emotions. Adapting to new surroundings came naturally to her, winning hearts was her forte, and captivating minds was her favorite pastime. She often said, "People often play with hearts, but I need t...

Brother's Promise.

  Title: "Brother's Promise" : My family assured me, saying," I'll pick you up from the office moment and drive you to the sanitarium. still, you'll recover completely, If it's by God's plan. I intend to have your treatment carried out at the municipality's largest government sanitorium. Private medical installations constantly have lower croakers, and their freights are extravagant. Their focus seems to be on lodging as much as possible from the case. Again, government croakers are exceptionally professed and driven by a profound passion for serving humanity. Their commitment permeates every aspect of their being. They fete the essential rights of every existent, irrespective of their faith." He was proud of government croakers, while I was quietly breaking outside. I had devoted day and night to bringing my family to this position. After the demise of our parents, I took care of my two sisters and a family beyond my means. I assured them ...

Generosity!

Title: "Generosity!  It's Eid, and I don't want any poor person to miss out on celebrating this day. Whether fasting or not, all the poor have the right to share in our joys. I have brought 50 pairs of clothes; hang them on the charity wall and here's 20,000 rupees as Eidi for you. Go, celebrate Eid with your wife and children." Today is Eid, and who knows how the poor are celebrating, or if they are celebrating at all. I should prepare 5,000 rupee bundles so that I can assist any child worker I come across on the way. They, too, deserve respect; I don't want to wound their self-esteem by just handing them money. They must also wish to celebrate this day with their loved ones. In the garden, selling papads, toys, and polishing shoes, the joy of playing like other children will resonate with them. Holding each other, running forward and backward, laughter will echo. Ah! I am getting late. I have distributed bundles to all the children in Jinnah Garden. Even on ...

You can't raise two children!

   You can't raise two children! "You   can't  bring up two kiddies, how might you take care of business? Moment, my child let me know what passed. He went to his stock's home with me. According to him,' Mother, get this orange from the table throughout the past two days It's lying there, and no one is eating it. If you've got even a bit of shame, pass and drown yourself. My son has been asking for an orange for a week, and you haven't been able to get it from the market. I was even giving you the money.'" She was thundering at me, and my screams were piercing. Tears had been falling like reminiscences of rain. My soul was writhing. Helplessness, like a bomb, had exploded inside me, shattering me into pieces. I had been sick for the last eight months. Fear had taken over me. I was afraid of people, and going to the market was synonymous with going towards the gallows for me. I had become a psychological patient. I was confined in the house fo...

"Please Stay with Me"

  Title: "Please Stay with Me" Don't ever leave me alone Will you stay with me? "Why not... I am yours. I am with you... Do you remember once you said that what you get from begging is not love, it's charity? You spoke the truth. But a bigger truth is that sometimes we have to beg to save that love... It's a struggle. It's like pleading, like begging, just like you are doing now. Remember, once I too pleaded, begged, implored, but you placed me on the tip of your shoe. I have endured years of your betrayal and distance, but I won't do to you what you did to me. Then what difference will remain between you and me? I won't become like you because I have endured this pain for many years."