“His categorical remarks left no room for Ahmed and Zara to argue further.”
Ahmed and his wife finally decided to bear no more dictation from his father. Dad’s pieces of advice were not in synchronization with the modern trends. His categorical remarks left no room for Ahmed and Zara to argue further.
Ahmed entered the dad’s room with the same air of finality as exhibited by the dad. He faced the dad and said everything in one single go that he had been practising hard.
Dad looked up, bowed down, picked his shoe, and hurled that with full force along with a volley of stark naked words that made Ahmed sped away at once.
She was the uncrowned queen of an empire where happiness reigned supreme.
Maha was ecstatically showering motherly love on her two-year-old son in her lap while the smile of Shams was a father’s love personified. When going to the zoo both parents enjoyed the giggle, broken words, and warm touch of Tippu. The life was on the climax in the car.
Traffic was haphazard on the way back home. Tippu was lulled peacefully in the mother’s lap. She was the uncrowned queen of an empire where happiness reigned supreme. Suddenly, with the monstrous sound of gunshots, she felt a terrible tremor in her lap.
Maha’s full-throated dirge made the car epicenter of catastrophe.
It was doomsday and Sherry’s words exploded like a bomb into Wahid’s ears.
“I can never believe Summi’s words, she’s a devil incarnated,” Sherry was telling her husband. “She’s a gossipmonger and spares no one from her scandalous talk,” Wahid was least attentive to his wife’s incessant torrents aiming at Summi. He kept on switching the TV channels but pretended great interest for obvious reasons.
It was doomsday and Sherry’s words exploded like a bomb into Wahid’s ears. Strangely, she was demanding an immediate divorce. “You cheated on me,” Sherry was unstoppable. “Summi saw you with another lady in the park and she can never lie to me,” Sherry’s unbridled tirade made Wahid speechless.
“Doctors were quite hopeful after the initial disastrous spell of despair.”
It was all so sudden and unexpected that left everyone in the family shocked. The heart attack was severe but the head of the family survived. Doctors were quite hopeful after the initial disastrous spell of despair. Soon he was sent back home after crucial treatment with a prescription of medicines to be taken regularly.
The whole family celebrated the return of their beloved member from the verge of death. A couple of days later, his condition deteriorated and he left the happy family bereaved and mourning within just two weeks.
The adulterated medicines caused his death, the autopsy report revealed.
“The entire traffic was paused except for an unending convey of luxurious vehicles…”
Police intruded the house like a violent storm and paid no heed to the sky-rocketing screams of the family members. In front of the scared crowd, they dragged out a man and kicked him into their mobile van like a football. In fact a shopkeeper accused that poor person of stealing some edibles. Thus the cops’ ruthless treatment was laudable.
The entire traffic was paused except for an unending convey of luxurious vehicles routing among deafening sirens and revolving lights, fenced by alert armed guards. An honorable person was being escorted to the court on allegations of multi-million dollar corruption charges.
“Soon the verbal diatribe was converted into physical scuffle.”
After digesting his favorite fire-brand leader’s speech, the fully charged Shan lambasted the opponent party vociferously. Within no time the supporters of both parties gathered and their heated arguments flared up the situation. Soon the verbal diatribe was converted into physical scuffle. Police baton-charged to stop further escalation and arrested some workers regardless of their party affiliation. Injured were taken to a hospital. The event sparked more agitation throughout the city.
On a news channel, that night, I saw both party leaders hugging each other warmly and declaring unanimously, “There’s no conflict of interest between our parties and we are one.”
“The older birds gaily fed, preened and protected the birdies, warbling all the time.”
The impatient hopping of two birds made me stand still in the balcony to observe the intricately designed nest on top of the tree. Two tiny birds emerged from their embryonic state, all soaked up in the egg fluid. The older birds’ symphony heralded celebrations for the newborns.
The older birds gaily fed, preened and protected the birdies, warbling all the time.
After some days the antagonistic cacophony dragged me out to find older birds fluttering against the intermittent pecking of their young ones. Bleeding profusely, one fell down motionless. The other orbited around the carcass. The birdies didn’t look back.
“…what I tell them makes sense as it is always supported by substantially orchestrated scientific proof.”
I always find myself attracted to our amazing world and certain laws that are governing this universe. I vehemently explain to my children and students what causes day and night, the variation in weather, lunar and solar eclipses, light-years, planetary system, galaxies, black holes, theory of relativity and the things related to astronomy. Everyone listens to me carefully, because what I tell them makes sense as it is always supported by substantially orchestrated scientific proof.
“You must be messaging to a girl at this time of the night”, my whole scientific knowledge is crippled when my wife suspiciously poses this hypothesis.
“He reaches his home, in the dark hours, to see his wife waiting for him.”
Exposed to and basked in the scorching circumstances, orbiting the same elliptical routine, for the sake of meager bread and butter, he keeps capturing the imminent aghast monsters of coming days that seem on the brink of devouring his positive dreams. He reaches his home, in the dark hours, to see his wife waiting for him. The innocent radiance and uncanny sparkle in the eyes of his infant son stands quizzically in his way, igniting a storm within him.
A soft touch, heart-warming hug and broken words of that innocuous soul pacify him to brave all the storms of the universe.
“He preaches that such cancerous practice must immediately be banished to develop a truth loving, civilized and cultured group of people.”
The social reformer Kabeer lambastes the habit of lying that has made our society prone to exceedingly fast-paced decay. He preaches that such cancerous practice must immediately be banished to develop a truth loving, civilized and cultured group of people. Though the course is tumultuous and stricken with plague after plague yet he’s hopeful of revolutionizing the people intellectually to make it successful in his life time.
Kabeer delivers a ‘sermon’ on morality to selected people in his home when his son whispers to him, “Mr. Jamshed is asking for your appointment.” “Tell him I’m away from home,” Kabeer whispers back.
“The mere fantasy of going to sleep, was making her chaotic mind calm.”
Like the only being in the home, she was briskly finalizing the already refined household chorus, at midnight. Finally she literally gulped a glass of cold water, just to save some more seconds before going to bed. Her body was aching, as ever, after another hectic day. The mere fantasy of going to sleep, was making her chaotic mind calm.
Little Tania was not feeling well whom she would have to check a million times during the night too.
She entered her bedroom. “Darling! I’ve been waiting you,” brimming with the expectations of a pleasant servile response, her husband exclaimed merrily.
“…she lost all control on her incessant tears to trickle down.”
While working in the office of a renowned media house, he has the ability to impress others with his to-the-point, in-depth analysis and profound knowledge of current national and international affairs. The solution of Indo-Pak conflict, CPEC, latest situation of Myanmar Muslim exodus and Philistine-Israel issue are on his fingertips. No one can dare to challenge the authenticity of his arguments especially on international affairs.
“You seem worried,” the casual remarks targeted his wife while he was taking meal. “Our beloved daughter’s been acutely sick for the last two days,” she lost all control on her incessant tears to trickle down.
“One of the bikers pounded up at the pathway and smashed motionless.”
The deadline was fast approaching and Junaid was unable to write another story. He pondered hard but couldn’t find a theme to write upon. This scarcity of idea was first of its kind in Junaid’s enthralling career of story writing. He took out his car on the highway and started driving aimlessly. Some motor bikers overtook him with an exceeding speed. He gave them an outrageous look but stunned when one of the bikers pounded up at the pathway and smashed motionless. Junaid sped up his car and stopped there.
“Tragic farce”, he started by writing the title of his story.
[i] In theatre, a farce is a comedy that aims at entertaining the audience through situations that are highly exaggerated, extravagant, and thus improbable. Wikipedia
“Mathematics’ teacher is hardly containing the bulging circumference of her ferocity to explode with an eruption”
Due to the strictness of the principal, the teacher is compelled to address the intermittent queries by Nadia. Mathematics’ teacher is hardly containing the bulging circumference of her ferocity to explode with an eruption. Nadia is a curious soul who doesn’t ‘spare’ a teacher unless she fully comprehends. “Mathematics – a mind boggling subject and a headache to explain,” teacher nauseates. Everyone is expecting Nadia to be the topper in final examinations but mathematics’ marks place her position in 5th quadrant.
“Nadia’s result is strange and unexpected,” English teacher mourned. “She asks too much…” responded the mathematics teacher with a satisfying smile.
“At times it becomes a nerve wrecking task to tame the ruthless children.”
Masood and his wife’s greatest concern in life, is to make their children civilized and well mannered. After all the future is in the hands of young generation and if we are unable to develop good citizens, our country could not prosper. At times it becomes a nerve wrecking task to tame the ruthless children who start fighting with their contemporaries or don’t understand the importance of politeness.
Masood’s watching an interesting program when his two children started a loud diatribe against one another. “I told you a million times to be polite but…”, Masood roared furiously from the adjacent room.
“Jamal was persuading his colleague Tahir to spend literally every second in dispensing the official duties.”
“We are bound by official as well as moral obligation to work hard and satisfy our customers”, Jamal was persuading his colleague Tahir to spend literally every second in dispensing the official duties. He cited a number of examples from Islamic history to prove his point. Tahir was feeling a tinge of shame for he was playing a computer game that incited Jamal to blurt out the discourse on this topic. Thanks to the phone bell that interrupted the long session.
“Today I have switched off my work mode, that’s why…”, watching movie on his office computer, Jamal explained to Tahir.
“…she could not fly away after leaving the children alone and helpless.”
The innocent heart of the dove started pounding with high magnitude when she saw two persons running madly towards the direction of her tree. Her fear multiplied many times when she glanced on the nascent birds in the nest. The birdie closed eyes as she could not fly away after leaving the children alone and helpless. The thumping of human steps approached nearer and nearer until she heard a deafening sound of bullets fired incessantly, below her tree.
Traumatized…. and slowly opening the eyelids, she captured a man groaning on the ground, bleeding profusely. The other was running in opposite direction.
She was receiving big applause on each and every sentence.
The auditorium was jam packed and everyone was attentive to the eloquent orator who is vehemently speaking on the topic of child care. She was receiving big applause on each and every sentence. The elegant lady was enthusiastically making it a point to share quality time with the children to understand their problems and providing them with a viable solution. She left the rostrum with standing ovation from the audience. Her phone started ringing.
“Baba’s been crying excessively for the last two hours”, her maid informed. “I’m damn busy, just give him a small dose of sleeping syrup”, the lady disconnected.