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My Empty Hands

Posted on 05 December 2011 by Aajiz

Every morning, I want to take tea that served by my mother. My day starts from the sip of tea. I take tea on my bed, move window’s carton during watch a beautiful garden. Here I see sunrise here. She has been my favorite’s personality from my childhood. She is a wonderful cook. Sometimes I think that my life would not be the same without her. She is treated as a most important member of our family. She talkative and sometimes shows rude behave to others. She finds enjoyment in her work. She sometimes smiles and shows his feelings. She obeyed her own father’s order than my father. My Grandfather’s name is “Halter”. Actually, my mother left me to Mr. Halter’s home for better studies. Because there is calm atmosphere for studies and he lived here lonely.

In Mr. Halter’s home, there is a separate room for study, which was reserved for me. Those days of my studies were full of joy and excitement. Every person gave me respect because of Mr. Halter’s pleasure. Sometimes I take lunch from my uncle’s home and take dinner from outside. Here I was happy so much. My mother was also happy to leave me there. She wanted to make my future prosperous. I recall to my mind all memories of my past.

However, today my mood is very well. Today I am going to meet my friend “Jim”. To meet him I became excited when I came to know that he is going to Australia for studies. Actually, it was his dream that comes into reality. He was so glad to go there.

I was shocked when I came back to my home, here my father shouting on my mother loudly. I ask about the reason from my father then my father says to me “Your dear mom going to marry with your cousin”

I became so angry because she wants to please her father not me. My father asks me about my opinion; I reject this proposal of my cousin. Therefore, my father also gives that answer to my mom. To hear that answer from my side, my mother begins crying. My father requests her that she should tell this opinion to her father ‘Halter’. When my mother conveys this message of rejection of marry to Mr. Halter. In the reaction, he expresses his rude comments to my mother. When my mother comes to home back, she begins crying. She tell us that her father asked him,

If you will not get marry your son according to my opinion, I’ll leave you and will not forgive you forever ever”

To listen that, I go out from my home. Moreover, go to a garden in front of my home. I begin crying a lot here because I love to another girl from my childhood. I think of my mother’s injustice instead of knowing that I love to Riana. I think of my love every times. I cannot live without Riana and I cannot bear any other girl as my wife.

Therefore, I go to my home after 3 hours, but my parents are shouting still.

The next day, my mother became so ill and we take her to doctor. Actually, my mother also wants to make me happy but she also wants her father’s happiness as compare to her own son. When doctor examine her then warns us

‘‘no need to worry about her now, all the worries keep away from her but if it would be again…then she must be die, so make her happy ever till he is alive”

When my mother came to home after recovery, I ask my mom that I am ready to marry my cousin happily.

To listens this good news, my mother recovers soon and gives this good news to Mr. Halter.

After some days, I get marry to “Samaras”. After my marriage my mother and my wife are happy but my cute sister, my brother, my father are not happy with my marriage. After my marriage, I realize a lot that Riana is my first love of my life. Actually, my wife Samaras is not much attractive as Riana is.       My wife do not know how cooking. Often I look a sight of Riana then some tears fall from my eyes. Moreover, I think about my mother’s injustice towards me.

My father was angry with my mother a lot because he was not agreeing with my marriage. My father leaves our home one day. One morning, we see that no one in his room find him everywhere but I cannot find him.

I loved my father then my mother. My father loves me a lot therefore last night he called me from my room and asked me to walk with him to a garden. So I went with him, there he said to me;

“I know that your mother forced you to marry with Samara. And you get marry with her Instead of love with Riana…..I can’t see your pain that you are facing now”

Now these words are announced in my ears, when he told me these words then he was crying continually.

However, I have not any idea that he would leave our home. I saw my father that winter night last time. It has a deep affect on my mother’s health that my mother dies because of repenting that she has done with my life and my father’s disobedience.

My mother was died but she got my marriage with my cousin. Therefore, I am suffering up until now

My mother was died but she gave me painful life

After my mom’s death, my wife takes her mother to our home to live forever. Both my wife Samara and her mother are live in my home. Both are honors of my home and I am nothing for them.

Now I just go to my office and then my home that is like a hell for me….

Now I am just passing days of my life…..with pain and tears!

By: Aqsa Riaz

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Why can’t you understand me?

Posted on 22 October 2011 by Aajiz

A married man was ready for office. Zack is a business man. He is a busy person; he is very much involved in his business. Even ignore his lovely wife. Allen is well-educated and well-mannered. She takes better care of house. She wanted to have some attention and response of her husband but he neglected her every time. Zack knows well that she depends on him and she loves him a lot. He has no time to utter a single word for express his love to her. Actually that was love marriage of them. Today also he is eager to go office as daily routine. But today after his she thinking about her painful life and recalls her mind to the past. Alen think about the great memories which they spent lovely time with each other.

Today she remembers how she met him first time. One evening Alen was standing on path waiting for bus. But bus was late due to heavy rain. Therefore she can’t go her way that time. At that moment she looks a descent boy who was starring her, may be from a long time. Zack attracts by her “Misty eyes”. And she looks in his intoxicated eyes and she also attracted. She thinks that intoxicated eyes she has never seen before. Actually these intoxicated eyes were the reflection of her eyes that effected first time in his eyes. They were starring each other with deep love. Unconsciously he comes close to her and she feel obsessive……

Alen came into reality with the voice of doorbell. She run towards the door thinking that might be her husband was there…the servant was on the door. She became sad….she asked servant to go back because she was upset that time. She was alone at home. She decided to make special lunch for her husband. She began prepare her husband’s favorite dishes…After making, she began waiting for Zack. When Zack came in evening, she invited him for dinner on the table. But he refuse her to say that he want to go outside for dinner. She insists him a lot but he said that

 “You can’t understand me yet…!”

Allen became so sad and walks with him to outside. When they entered to Hotel for dinner, most of the people began starring to pretty girl. In fact, she really looks so beautiful there. To see that her husband go back. When they reached home then her husband said to her

“I know….you can’t love me ever”

This line shows his thinking towards his wife.

To see that situation he recalls his mind a painful day of his life…..when Zack asked her

“I Love your eyes and attracted me a lot from the very first day of their co-incidentally interaction. So….!!

“Do you love me??…….Alen”

In the answer she didn’t utter a single word…Actually she did so just because of shyness but he assumes that she doesn’t like him with the core of heart. He wants some response from her side but she ignored due to shyness. This incident creates pain in his mind and heart because he still thinks…She doesn’t love him”.

That’s why he ignored her every time and she wants some response from his side. Therefore, He has a lot of complaints from his wife and she also has a lot of complaints from her husband.

The Next day, Zack went office as usual to neglect his wife’s smile. Today she decided to leave her husband. When her husband came to home in evening. She told him about her decision to leave him forever….

Her husband became shocked to hear that……..!!!

Firstly he considered it is a serious joke but later realizes that she speaks truth. She was ready to leave him. But she still loves her husband a lot. She was facing a lot of neglection  from her husband still from the very first day of their marriage.

Now she was ready to leave house forever….there is tears in her eyes. When she looks at her husband…there are also a lot of tears in which beautiful eyes that she loves most from a very first sight. Zack was crying and wanted to stop her with the

Saying that

“Don’t leave me, I don’t be ignore you again…..I love you very must from very first sight…But she made a decision to leave….And says to him “If you have some spare time then call me to ask come back but now am going from here”

He starring to his wife with tears, she considered as it is temporary.

When Allen moved towards the door, then her servant ask to her “you shouldn’t leave your husband and give him a chance”

In the answer, she said to her servant that

“If my husband loved me then he should finish his life and stop me”

Actually, there was just a dialogue that she spoke in front of servant ……..but her husband take it seriously…When she finished her dialogue she heard a voice of shoots of pistol.

When she run upstairs to her husband Zack….She became shocked to see her husband who was smiling and saying that……

“Today I knew that you really loves me a lot therefore you can’t lose me at any cost and you want to live with me here”

To hear that she began crying….hug him and kissed……..then she decides don’t leave him forever…………..

 

 

By: AQSA RIAZ

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The Ambassador’s Disguise

Posted on 08 September 2011 by Aajiz

Once, in the palace of Vladimir, a Great Russian prince of Kiev, all the nobles were making boasts. Once noble boasted of his strength, another showed off his wisdom. Others boasted of their wealth or their trusted horses.

One noble, Stavr Godinovich, said nothing at all. He sat with a dreamy look on his face.

Prince Vladimir noticed this and asked,

‘Why are you silent, Stavr? Have you nothing to say?’

‘Great Prince,’ replied Stavr, ‘I have nothing to boast of except my wife,

Katrina. She is young and beautiful; brave and more skilful than any warrior here. She can shoot with a bow, sing like a nightingale, and enchant everyone with her harp. And no one here will ever beat her at chess!’

‘Is that so?’ interrupted the prince.

‘Yes, indeed, Great Prince,’ replied Stavr. ‘She could easily defeat all your nobles! And, pardon me for saying so, Great Prince, but you are no match for her either!’

The prince became very angry, when he heard this. He glared at Stavr and said, ‘You have gone too far this time. How dare you say that I am no match for your wife?’

The prince pointed a finger at Stavr, and turning to one of his guards, said:

‘Take this man away! Throw him into the dungeon. Give him oats and water-nothing more. Now go!’

The guard did as he was instructed. He threw Stavr into a cold, dark dungeon. The only light came from a small window with thick iron bars, high up near the ceiling. All Stavr could see was the sky. He sat on the cold, stone floor feeling very sad. As night fell, Stavr looked out of the window at the stars in the sky.

‘Alas,’ he thought to himself, ‘I have served the prince for nine years, and this is how he repays me! I am sorry I hurt the prince, but I only spoke the truth about my wife. I hope someone tells Katrina where  I am.’

Katrina heard what had happened to her husband. She tired to visit him the following day, but the guards would not let her in. So she thought of a plan to rescue him.

Katrina called together her band of thirty archers, thirty chess masters, and thirty musicians. She told them she needed their help to rescue her husband, and they agreed to help her.

The next day Katrina got ready. She wore a suit of armour, with a helmet to cover her face. She carried a bow and some arrows, a club of steel, and a long lance. Perched on her left forearm was a hooded falcon. She mounted a tall, black horse.

When her friends arrived, she set off for the palace leading them. A short distance from the walls of the city, Katrina told her followers to wait. She rode by herself into the city, and went to the great hall of the palace. All the people thought she was some great warrior. Of course, no one guessed she was a woman.

Katrina bowed to Prince Vladimir.

‘I am the Ambassador of the King of Greece,’ she announced. ‘I have come to collect tribute from you. If you refuse to pay, my army of forty thousand men will attack your city.’

Prince Vladimir trembled with fear.

‘Give me time to think, Ambassador,’ he begged.

‘Time is precious,’ roared the Ambassador. ‘I want your answer now. Pay the tribute or we will attack. If you cannot pay, then give me your niece, Zabava, to be my wife’.

The Prince’s niece, Zabava, was a beautiful and clever girl. The prince loved her dearly. There was nothing in the world he would do so to harm her. At this time, Zabava was sitting in the great hall, watching, and listening to all that was said.

The prince asked her, ‘Beloved niece, only you can save us. What are we to do?’

‘Dear Uncle,’ replied Zabava, ‘I obey you in all matters, but I cannot marry a woman! This Ambassador is not a man but a woman. See how the Ambassador talks and walks. Look at the ring marks on her delicate fingers.’

‘You may be right,’ agreed the prince, ‘but what can we do to find out if the Ambassador is a man or a woman?’

A little later, Prince Vladimir spoke to the Ambassador.

‘Dear Ambassador,’ said the prince, ‘my niece is used to people with great skill. I can only allow her to marry you, if you can show us you are skilful.

Come, show us if you can play the harp.’

A harp was brought, and Katrina began to play it and sing. The nobles were enchanted with the music, but no one could tell whether the Ambassador was a man or a woman.

Then the prince asked the Ambassador to play a game of chess. The prince was the best player in the land. He believed if the Ambassador was a woman, she would lose.

Much to prince’s astonishment, the Ambassador won the game.

The prince turned to Zabava. ‘This is no woman,’ he whispered.

‘I am sure she is,’ replied Zabava.

The prince thought for a while, then said to the Ambassador, ‘Let us now try some archery.’

The prince, the Ambassador, and the nobles all went outside into a large courtyard. A golden ring was set up at one end, and the prince placed a steel knife behind it.

First the prince shot three arrows at the target. The arrows passed through the ring but did not hit the knife. Then the Ambassador shot an arrow at the ring. The arrow hissed like a snake as it flew. It passed through the ring and cut itself into two against the edge of the knife.

The prince was now sure that the Ambassador was a man. But Zabava still did not agree with him.

‘I shall not marry a woman,’ she cried. ‘The Ambassador may shoot arrows just like a man, but he talks, walks, and sits just like a woman.’

The prince became angry, ‘You are being silly,’ he said. ‘I order you to marry the Ambassador. Go, prepare for your wedding!’

Zabava ran off in tears. The prince told the Ambassador that his bride would soon be ready. But Katrina decided to put an end to this game.

She said to the prince, ‘Before the wedding, let us fight each other. Let us see who is stronger.’

Trembling at this suggestion, the prince said, ‘Ambassador, there is no one here who is your match.’

‘Oh dear,’ replied Katrina, ‘Is there no one? I was looking forward to some sport. Perhaps there is a brave warrior in your dungeons that could fight me?’

‘Yes! Yes, there is,’ said the prince smiling and remembering Stavr Goginovich.

He immediately ordered his guards to bring Stavr from the dungeons.

Soon, Stavr Goginovich arrived. He was ordered to put on a suit of armour and mount a horse. When Stavr was ready, he and the Ambassador galloped into a nearby field. All the nobles went to watch the great fight.

The Ambassador and Stavr rode towards each other and then leapt from horse to horse. They threw their steel club in the air, and then rode straight towards the prince. The terrible Ambassador of Greece took off her helmet, and threw it at the feet of the prince. Katrina’s beautiful long hair fell down over her shoulders. The nobles gasped in surprise.

‘Great Prince,’ laughed Katrina, ‘I have rescued my husband from your dungeons. You must agree. He was right to boast of my skill. Now farewell!

 

“They laughed together, Katrina and Stavr Godinovich rode away….’’

 

BY: AQSA RIAZ

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Can you divide…?

Posted on 04 September 2011 by Aajiz

There was once a man who had three sons and seventeen camels. The sons were called Ben, Jim and Siam. (And we are not worried, in this story, by what the camels were called!)

The father was growing very old and one day he called his sons together and said,

 ‘Boys, I am old and one of these days I will die. Please promise me that when I am gone, you won’t quarrel over my camels.’

 The three sons looked gloomy. They did not want their father to die, but they were eager to hear what he had to say.

‘I want you divide the camels in this way,’ continued the old man.

‘Ben, you are my first son; you must have half the camels.’

Ben looked pleased. ‘Thank you father,’ he said.

‘Jim,’ said the old man, ‘you are the second boy and you must take a third of the camels.’

Then he turned to the youngest boy and said: ‘Siam, you will get a ninth.’

The youngest boys were a little disappointed but they did not complain. They promised not to quarrel and do exactly as their father requested.

The day came when the father died. The boys arranged the funeral, and when it was over, they got down to the business of sharing out the camels.

Ben, the eldest, said, ‘Father wanted me to have half the camels but half of seventeen is eight and a half. How can I take half a camel? The best idea would be for me to take nine camels and you two can share the rest.’

The other two brothers looked stunned. They disagreed with their brother’s idea.

‘You are already getting the biggest share,’ said Jim. ‘Why should you get half a camel more?’

‘It’s best that you take eight,’ added Siam.

‘Well, that is a good idea, too,’ agreed Ben. ‘But you know, it is not according to our father’s wish.’

The brothers sat and thought for a while. They did not want to get into a big argument or come to blows.

Then the youngest, Siam, broke the silence.

‘How about selling one camel and then dividing the money?’  He said brightly.

The other two scowled and made their dislike for this suggestion obvious.

‘Then what about killing one camel and feeding the village in memory of our father/’ asked Siam, seeing that they were unhappy with his idea.

‘What!’ shouted Ben, ‘Waste a good camel by feeding the whole village? You must be crazy!’

The argument went on and on in this way. Every time one of the sons made a suggestion the other two disagreed with it. Their voices grew louder and louder; their faces got redder and redder and there was must stamping of feet and shaking of fists. When the argument was reaching its height, a man passed by leading a camel by a rope. The man looked like a holy man. He paused to listen to the three brothers arguing.

The holy man came closer to the brothers.

‘Now, my friends,’ said the holy man, ‘I’m sorry to interrupt your discussion but can I am of any help? It is not very good to fight and shout at other; you may burst a blood vessel.’

At first the brothers wanted to send the man away, but then they decided that he might be able to help them with their problem.

‘Well,’ said Ben, ‘we are quarreling over the inheritance that was bequeathed to us by our father.

We did not mean to quarrel but there doesn’t seem to be a solution to our problem.’

Ben told the man all about the camels and how they were to be divided.

The holy man listened to the story with great interest. When Ben finished, the man smiled wisely.

‘Here,’ he said, ‘take my camel and see how that will help in your sharing.’

The holy man hand the rope down to Ben.

‘We can’t do that,’ replied the brothers. ‘It’s very kind of you to make this offer, but you must not give up your camel.’ The holy man smiled kindly.

‘No, no, please take it,’ he said. ‘If God wills, I shall not be the poorer for it.’

With these words, he gave them the camel.

The brothers thanked him and then led the camel and tied it next to their own camels. Then they started to make their calculations once again. They now had a total of eighteen camels.

Ben took his share, half–that was nine camels.

Jim took a third—that was six camels

And Siam took a ninth—that was two camels.

The brothers stood quite still. They were stuck with amazement and their jaws dropped open, for there, standing alone, was the holy man’s camel.

The holy man bent down and took up the rope which was tied to his camel.

‘You see, my friend,’ he said softly, ‘there is no need to quarrel.

Everything can be settled in a friendly manner if we try.’

He waved goodbye and went on his way…..!!!

 

 

By: AQSA RIAZ

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The Wise Villagers

Posted on 18 August 2011 by Aajiz

There was once a large village that lay near a wide river. The land was rich and fertile, and the people who lived there were happy and wealthy. They had no enemies and lived peacefully. They troubled no one and no one troubled them.
Not very far away from the village there was a town. One day the people of the town held a meeting. They gathered in the marketplace to discuss a plane for a new road. The road was going to be built between their town and another one, about fifty kilometers away. A large map of the area was studied, and a rout was soon worked out. The people decided how much money they were going to spend on building the road.
Following this meeting, work began and the news of the road reached the people in the village. Some of the villagers got together and went to find out more. When they reached the town, they went straight to the office of the District Officer and looked at the map.
When they returned home, they called a meeting of the villagers. One of the men who had seen the map said, ‘friends, today some of us saw the map of the new road. It is going to pass close to our village. It will go through some of out best fields, and they will be destroyed. How can we stop this road?’
The villagers were very angry. They sat in the meeting for a long time, but at last they thought up a plan.
A week after the meeting, a man from the town came to the village and found a great crowd of people beside the river. The man from the town was curious. He went over to where the people had gathered. He squeezed through the crowd and saw an amazing sight. There were seven men standing on one bank of the river and seven men on the other. They were holding a thick rope stretched across the river. In the middle someone had tied a cup.
‘What are they doing?’ asked the townsman. ‘They are taking water out of the river,’ replied a man standing close by.
‘With a cup?’ asked the townsman. ‘Oh yes,’ replied the man.
‘But it will take hours to get a bucketful,’ said the townsman.
‘Yes,’ said the man. ‘It is slow. But we always get water out of the river like this. It’s a slow way, but it always works.’
The man from the town was very surprised indeed. He scratched his chin and said to himself, ‘These people are all mad!’ When he got back to the town and told all his friends about what he had seen in the village, they laughed and laughed.
One or two of the man’s friends just could not believe that people could be so stupid. So, the next day, two of them set off to the village to see for themselves. When they arrived at the villege, they found a huge crowd of people standing round a tall tree. The trunk of the tree was nearly two meters wide. Two men were busily working on the trunk.
Each had a small penknife in his hand and was cutting the wood. They were working so hard that the sweat was pouring off their foreheads. ‘What are they doing?’ asked one of the men from
the town. ‘Why,they are cutting down the tree,’ replied one of the villagers. ‘Can’t you see?’ ‘With penknives?’ asked the townsman.
‘Yes,’ said a villager in the crowd. ‘We always cut trees down with penknives.’ ‘But it will take a year or two,’ said the townsman. ‘Yes,’ replied the villager. ‘aiat is slow, but it is a good method. It always works.’
The men from the town were quite astonished. They went back to the town. The stories about the villagers and their odd behaviour spread like wildfire. ‘Those people are quite mad,’ the townsfolk said.

The news even reached the District Officer. ‘What’s all this about?’ he asked. ‘Are the villagers really mad?’
‘Yes, indeed they are,’ replied his chief clerk. ‘They take water out of the river with a cup, and they cut down trees with penknives! They’re quite crazy.’ ‘Are they dangerous?’ asked the District Officer, nervously.
‘I don’t know,’ replied the clerk. The following day the District Officer, and a few of the other important people of the town went to the village to find out more. When they got there they saw a long line of women walking to and from a large anthill. Each woman was carrying a basket. The first woman in the line stepped up to the anthill and took an ant from the moist earth. She put the ant in her basket, and carried it away. ‘What are they doing?’ asked the astonished District
Officer.
‘They are carrying away ants,’ replied a man standing nearby. ‘Why?’ asked the District Officer. ‘Because ants are very dangerous,’ said the man. ‘They eat everything. We must carry them away.’ ‘But, one in each basket!’ cried the District Officer. ‘That’s ridiculous!’

‘We always do it that way,’ replied the man. It’s slow, but it’s a good method. It always works.’ When the District Officer returned to the town, he called a meeting. ‘I have been to the village,’ he announced. ‘The people there are quite mad.
They take water out of the river with a cup; they cut down trees with penknives; they carry ants away, one by one. They are lunatics. Don’t go near them.’ ‘But, sir,’ said one of the secretaries. ‘Our new road is going to go right past that village.’
‘Then change the plans,’ roared the District Officer. ‘We can build the road along the top of the hill. It must not be constructed near that village!’ So the road was built along the top of the hill and did not go anywhere near the village. The people of the village ploughed their fields and went back to their undisturbed way of life. They were not mad at all; they were very wise.

By AQSA RIAZ

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The Thousand Rupee

Posted on 16 August 2011 by Aajiz

A man and his wife together in a small village near Hyderabad. One day, the lady told her husband that she was going to Hyderabad to do some shopping.
There are many big shops in Hyderabad, and the lady liked shopping there. Early the next morning the man woke his wife with a hot cup of tea. ‘Wake up, dear,’ he said softly. ‘I have made you a cup of tea’. It’s near your pillow. I am also leaving a thousands-rupee note next to the cup. Don’t go back to sleep, or you will miss the bus. He shook her gently and then went out off to work in the fields.
As the lady lay on her bed and thought about what she was going to buy that day she sleep lightly. She woke up with a start. ‘Oh dear!’ she said, looking at the clock. ‘I shall have to hurry, or I’ll miss the bus’. The lady washed and dressed quickly. She takes hold of bed her bag and walked as fast as her legs would take her. When she reached the bus stop she was huffing and puffing.
Soon the bus arrived and the lady fought to get on. What a crowd there was on the bus! Everyone in the district seemed to be going to Hyderabad that day. It was market day and many of the villagers were going to sell their wares in the city.

There were men with baskets and sacks ; women with babies and bags; and children and old people with chickens and  ducks. The roof of the bus was piled high with boxes and bags, baskets and sacks, trunks and containers of all shapes and sizes. Somehow, the lady squeezed in. She sat on the edge of a seat next to a very heavy woman, who was holding a large bag on her lap.
Soon the bus began to move. It creaked and groaned; it rattled and clanked. The engine roared and off it went, faster and faster down the road. With some difficulty the lady peered out of the window. She could see the field and trees, and the
shops and the houses besides the road. She was bounced up and down, and when the bus went round a corner, she had to hold on tight. It was not too uncomfortable as she had a nice plump cushan on one side! It was hot and stuffy in the bus and the lady yawned and then fell fast asleep.
After a few minutes, a loud bang woke her. A large box had fallen off the roof of the bus. The bus screeched to a halt and two or three men got out and ran off down the road to fetch it. The passengers all laughed and cheered.
The lady rubbed her eyes and said to herself, ‘I really must stay awake. I have a lot of money in my purse, and if I fall asleep someone might take it’. She carefully opened her purse to check if her money was still there. To her shock and dismay the purse was empty! She put her purse away quickly and sat quietly, thinking about what she shoud do.
She looked at the woman sitting beside her. Her eyes were shut and she was snoring loudly. ‘Aha!’ said lady to herself. ‘I think you are pretending to sleep, my dear. And I think you must have stolen my thousand-rupee note!’
She noticed that the woman’s bag was quite dirty. She also noticed that the woman’s clothes were old and worn. The woman was certainly not rich. She felt sorry for her, but she also felt very cross. She decided not to make a big fuss or call for the police.
Very carefully and quitly, the lady opened the woman’s bag, and there, on top of a large, red handkerchief, lay the thousand-rupee note. She carefully pulled out the note and tucked it away in her purse. When the bus reached Hyderabad, the women and the men, the children and the chickens, the sacks and the boxes and the bags all poured out
of the bus. With some difficulty the lady got out too. She had a wonderful time in the city. She walked up and down the market and stopped to look at the people and the traffic. She gazed at all the wonderful things in the shops and even talked to some of the shopkeepers. She bought lots of things.

The day went by very quickly. Soon it was time to catch the bus home. A young boy helped the lady with her bags and parcels. Luckily, she was early and found a good seat on the bus. She looked around at the people on the bus. She saw faces she knew and many she did not know. One she remembered was that of the woman who was now sitting at the back of the bus, looking very upset, indeed.
In no time at all, the bus arrived at the village. The lady’s husband was there to greet her. Her helped her to unload her bags. Then he scratched his head and looked very puzzled. He started at all the bags and parcels.
‘I see you have bought a lot of things today,’ said the husband. ‘But, where did you get the money?’

‘What a silly question,’ replied the lady. ‘Why, you gave me a thousand-rupee note this morning!’
‘I did,’said the man. ‘But when I got home from the fields, the note was still lying beside your bed where I left it.’
The lady said nothing. She turned and looked at the bus. It was going off at a great speed, leaving behind it a huge cloud of dust and smoke. She now knew why the woman on the bus had looked so upset.

By: Aqsa Riaz

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I Can’t Live Without You…!

Posted on 14 August 2011 by Aajiz

Major Characters

  • Rizwan; He is the egoist husband of Fraheen.
  • Farheen; She is the most beautiful wife of Rizwan Amen.
  • Mansoor; He is the pious and noble person and husband of Fakhra.
  • Fakhra; She is the sister of Rizwan Amen and she is sacrificing character.

Minor Characters

  • Amen; He is the father of Rizwan and Fakhra.
  • Musarat; She is the wife of Mr. Ameen and she is sensitive women.
  • Molvi; He is the religious person who announced a religious term ‘Halala’ to solve the problem of Divorce.

Story

The story starts from the happy family of Rizwan and his wife Farheen. Actually, they get a love marriage and loved each other a lot. Therefore, there was a better understanding between them. But the worse and cruel hand of destiny is always
sorrowful and painful.

One day, they celebrate their wedding anniversary, they arranged a party, and both were very excited with their one year baby boy. There were a lot of guests and their family members. All were very happy to see them happy and prosper. In three hours party, all enjoyed very well. After that party, Farheen asked a question very happily to her husband Rizwan ‘Do you love me?? He said, ‘obviously yes!
Suddenly she asked one more question, Can you live without me?? Than he replied, YES!!
She became angry and said to him rudely, ‘You can’t live without me, I know….’ But he again said, ‘I can live without you
really…..’
Actually he was just joking to his beautiful wife but she took it very seriously. After the warm talk about that topic, Rizwan speak in anger ‘I can live without my wife’ just to break his wife’s ego.
Now he made that question most egoists!!

Suddenly he announced ‘‘‘Divorce’’’ to break her ego and to win his ego in front of his wife. TO speak that he wanted to prove that he can live without his wife Farheen. After a while, he realizes that what happened with him, he thought that ‘He has announced Divorce to his lovely wife in his Ego in front of his mother and sister. To listen that his mother became so worried. Rizwan began crying now!! His wife lost to listen that….’ So, he started saying

‘I can’t live without you…my love!! I can’t leave you……!!

But now the matter was serious and his words were worthless for her. So, his mother called a ‘Molve’ To solve that problem. The ‘Molve’ announced ‘Halala’ to solve that problem.Molve suggested that “Farheen should get marriage to another person and if that person will give her ‘Divorce’ to his own wiliness then she can get marriage to Rizwan”.
So, Rizwan’s sister Fakhra sugguested that Farheen should get marriage with her husband……because she knows better that her husband is pious and noble person, he can give divorce to Farheen easily and then her brother Rizwan will be happy to have his wife Farheen. Therefore, Fakhra agreed her husband to get second marriage with Farheen to solve that
problem. Mansoor said to his wife Fakhra ‘I can’t live without you….my love’.
Finally, Fakhra’s husband Mansoor became agree with the force of all. After all Mansoor get marriage to Farheen. After two days of that marriage, all were waiting for divorce. Finally, Rizwan came to Mansoor and ask him about divorce. But he neglected. After spending one week, Mansoor rejected to give her ‘divorce’ and said that ‘I can’t live without my wife’.
Farheen also settled with Mansoor and she also rejected to walk with Rizwan. And there’s a lot of tears in her eyes when she were saying that ‘My husband can’t live without me, which am why I can’t leave him’.
Because of that Rizwan became alone and his sister Fakhra has a Sotan. Rizwan has lost the all happiness of his life because of his One minute EGO. Because of his ego, he has lost his lovely and beautiful wife and he became alone with his one year baby boy Waqar. His sister gets disturbance and a Sotan. And Fakhra said to Mansoor in her heart ‘I can’t live without you…my love’.
But her husband can’t listen the voice of her heart’s voice. That sotan, who was the lovely wife of her own brother Rizwan.
Now, they all live as it is………

One minute of ego of Rizwan has destroyed the lives and snatches the happiness of their one year’s child also.
Now!!!
Often Rizwan says in his loneliness that ‘I can’t live without you….. My love…..my child’s mother!!!

By: Aajiz

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“The Guiding Dream” By M.S. Dogar

Posted on 28 July 2011 by Aajiz

“How are you feeling?”

Shahid sounded and went into his cabin. Hira felt some extra warmth in his words, looked unsure and filled with spirit. She wanted to hear the deep understanding of his words but daily routine work could not allow her. She became busy.

While she was on her coffee break, she went out of her cabinet,  knowing that Shahid would follow her. He did,but it was a moment of change, she heard the very words which she never wanted to have, but never wanted to miss.”I like you Hira” sounded like a cold thing which pressed her skull and she could not help leaving.
Shahid, being a person belonging to a village, never looked as shy as the people of village used to be.
He was smart, handsome, well mannered and the most important was very caring for Hira. For many a time, she thought that he had feelings but she never was sure. even after hearing it, it was hard for her to believe.

All the way from office to home, she kept thinking what was that? why did he say this being an engaged fellow. Some thought regarding the nature of boys for having friendship with girls just for gup-shup and fun, but her heart never attested them. Every time she inquired the answer the question “was he true to his words?”, she found the answer “yea” , as she had found a certificate of surety found his eyes.

“Accepted, he is true to his words” what I should do now? “was the last thought which was wandering in her mind before leaving for the splendid and sweet valley of sleep.

As she slept, she saw a dream, a wonderful dream it was! a guiding dream……

She found herself in front of two mirrors during the dream.

” Hira, get the chance avail, don’t be late.” Sounded the figure from first mirror

” Don’t be selfish, knowing that he is of someone else as being engaged, you want make him yours……this  is selfishness.” voice came from the second mirror.

” How it can be a selfishness from your side, it was he himself who had revealed his love, it is your right to get the love which he has for you, so get it at once……” spoke the first mirror.

” True, well, it was he, but don’t you think that he is making a mistake by ignoring all the affections of his near and dears……would you like to be a part of his guilt. He would have a mother who would have always planned to have her nephew as her daughter in law……same would be with the others……would you ignore the right of all the other in-order to find yours.” Second mirror sounded.

“Whatever! don’t be silly, lucky is the person who has a person who loves him/her, Since your a lucky one, so don’t miss the chance. These kind of chances hardly come.” Voiced the first mirror.

” Human heart always sacrifice its own pleasure for the sake of others smile. You should do the same. Think about his mother, think about the girl who would always thought him as her OWN.” Second Mirror

” Its nonsense, he loves you, he wants to have you for forever, he would take care of you…..suppose you sacrifice here, but if you would nor get the person so caring as he is, then would you ever forgive yourself for making the mistake ? No,never, you would always repent, so its better to get the chance. It is fair and just to get your own part from this world.” First Mirror.

” Trust in God, If you will make happy some one else at your expense, God will also not leave you dejected. In HIS garden, the flowers are for those who leave the shade of their part for someone Else’s. ” Second Mirror

Upon this, she awoke up, being impressed by the last sentences, she make up her mind to follow it……She believed that it was guiding dream by the nature ass it lives here, loves us and guides……

By: M.S. Dogar

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