Author: afzal
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Losing You
I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back. Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard but the next was harder. I knew with a sinking feeling it was going to get worse, and I wasn’t going to be okay…
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Winter’s Sunset
There’s something wonderfully sad about a winter’s sunset. It deadens the pain, the melancholy of regret. A fleeting moment of calm surrender. And ephemeral beauty. Captured in an instant. Forever preserved. In the vast darkness of my heart. A tiny light deserved
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Your Hand in My Hands
When your hand is in my hands, when my words are in your words, we could get lost just walking like that. When your breath is in my breath, and solitude is close to us, I put my head on your shoulder and fall asleep. I wake up in your love, and win by losing…
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Days of the Past – Part 3
I remember a time still. When pain was yet unknown. There was hope for love. And nothing could go wrong. But that was before I knew I would neither be lucky nor strong. Days of the Past 1 | Days of the Past 2
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Days of the Past – Part 2
I remember the moments now past. When hope was closer than despair still. A friend could be called to talk about anything and everything. Or for no reason whatsoever. Life was good even when it made me weep. All those small happy moments were mine to keep. I remember before. Way before. In the past.…
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Days of the Past – Part 1
I remember the days of the past. When life was full of promises still. Simple pleasures brightened the days. Chocolates and pure butter milk cookies with glaze. Long breakfasts and homemade food. Lazy evenings with friends brightened the mood. I remember the times of the past. When the promise of love was certain still. Not…
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Eid al-Fitr Mubarak 2016
Once again, we have been fortunate to have experienced another Ramadan. A month of fasting, sacrifice, giving, piousness and self-discipline. We’ve been blessed with yet another chance to improve and put our dedication to test. Another opportunity to experience the essence of Ramadan and seek the immense spiritual treasure therein. We’ve been given a new…
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Last Night in Jalalpur Jattan
As I am praying alone in my bedroom, the electricity suddenly goes out. Complete darkness. I cannot even see my feet where I am standing. I continue to pray, in utter darkness. A distant generator starts up. A dog is barking far away. The occasional car or truck passes by on the road just in…
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