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Cocoon by Amir Hussain Qureshi
The concrete cocoon stood like a forgotten relic against the vastness of the mountains. It measured exactly one meter in length and one mete...
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Let me give vent to a feeling of jealousy brewing in me for long. As we all know, independent India and Pakistan were born at one and the ... -
The problem of Pakistani identity and writers: summary As the title itself suggests that this essay is all about Pakistani identi... -
The needlewoman’s calendar Aamir Hussain (1) Tabinda was embroidering flower on bedspread for her youngest sister in law, when ...
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