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Submitted to Contest #161
Birds and their beautiful chirping. The whispers of the light breeze. The silence of the tall trees. And among them stands a mystic stone. It can’t be called a monument as nothing seems written on it. It’s just a stone. A rock perhaps. Amid a beautiful forest on the Margalla hills of Islamabad. People usually use the track for hiking which runs alongside the stone. Often being ignored by the hikers. Yet to Mia, this stone has always fascinated her. Nature itself has a soothing effect on the soul. This place holds something extraordinary. ...
Submitted to Contest #152
Ever met someone who is not afraid of breaking barriers? A rule breaker perhaps. Well, I have. The day when my consciousness has learned the meaning of these instilled barriers. Barriers of our eastern society. Belonging to a country where social norms have a grip on the lives of people. It’s hard to survive with a thought of your own. She is a person with an independent thought. A person who is kind yet fierce as well. She has the elements of fire and ice in her. I have often met her. She is my inside, my best friend. She is my comfort zo...
Submitted to Contest #149
A journey into a strange book – Urooj Aslam The sun shone through the clouds after the heavy rain. Still the water on the roads gave a feeling of swimming in the pool. It had been raining for three days constantly and the roads of Islamabad could not be without a view of a pool in different areas. It was seven in the morning and traffic on the roads was like a maniac, the December winter of 2021 with its cold was trying to lay its covers of mist all over the city. The schools in every sector of Islamabad were to start at eight. One could i...
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