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Zoi: A Weapon of Mass Destruction

December 26th, 2011 | 1 Comment

By Anonymous What American military, with the best intelligence gathering assets and a ghostly CIA at its assistance, failed to locate in Iraq since 2003 has finally been found in a remote Himalayan valley. The missing and elusive Weapons of Mass Destruction (WMD) have been found in Kashmir, a state divided into half between two nuclear powers and claimed in full by both. As per the highly placed sources, the location coordinates of the WMD are the following: Baharistan-e-Urdu (any coincidence of this place with Afghanistan-Pakistan is a mere coincidence), P.51, top-left corner. The WMD found here is believed to be of a deadly quality which has made the authorities here to recall more than 10,000 copies of Baharistan-e-Urdu from the markets and seal them out. An additional 15,000 copies, which were lying at … Read entire article »

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Do you know Zoi?

December 25th, 2011 | 1 Comment

Fahad Shah An old man met a young man while walking on the Bund. Old man inquired about the time from him. As they walked a few steps, old man asked, “What is your name?” “My name is Furkan- Furkan Shah.” “Do you know Zoi?” asked Furkan, a 20-year-old student. “No, what is it?” old man replied. “Let’s sit somewhere for a while and I will tell you about the Zoi,” Furkan said with a smile. They sat on the banks of Jehlum, at the Bund, near Lambert Lane. Old man with sunken eyes, wrinkled face, was confused. He was thinking what the Zoi is. He was lost in what the young man is going to say. Wearing a brown colour Tweed Pheran- a cloak, he sat with Furkan on the stairs which ends down at … Read entire article »

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RIP You Smart Ass Sparrows

September 22nd, 2011 | Add a Comment

By Suhail Akram Book of Resistance: If the democrats agree to halt resistance in order to gain a reprieve from repression, they may be very disappointed. A halt to resistance rarely brings reduced repression. At my Grand Mothers’: A shivering cold leaf fell outside, tress hissing in the late evening breeze, Septembers’ poor summer and lazy chill. The flickering headlight of the distant vehicle coming towards the many huddled women twinkled. There was a musical crescendo -song ‘the houris in heavens are singing for you, oh you the groom of pure light, come soon, oh prince groom.’ It was no groom. We had been waiting for him to arrive, the bride ready, hands hennaed with flowing designs like flowers and long lines and dew droplets and abstract, till her elbows. A prankster … Read entire article »

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You’re Running Away From Me And I’m From You

May 30th, 2011 | Add a Comment

You’re Running Away From Me And I’m From You

So what could be the reason for her melancholy disappearance? Was she psychologically disturbed and thus did not want to meet anyone? Yes, that was one of the thoughts that came to his mind. But he brushed away the idea, also knowing somewhere at the back of his mind, that this could very well be true. Finally after hours of speculation, he decided to go out looking for her. He went … Read entire article »

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Missing | A short story

May 29th, 2011 | 3 Comments

Missing | A short story

A tense strain of fright cut across the old man’s thought. The girls had set off for the meadows that lay across the brook just after 5O’clock. Tiny beads of sweat formed on Nabir kak’s brown brow. He had become crinkled in forehead since his wife was diagnosed with cervical cancer, last autumn. Nabir kak shifted his peasant’s cap a bit and looked at the westward sky. It was high summer and the cherry … Read entire article »

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