The Last Son of the Soil by K S SIAL
In his sitting room, Rana Jacob Khan was sitting on a chair, calm and dignified like always. He was wearing a dhoti kurta, and the...
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Sparkle in His Dying Eyes by SUZZANNA JAVED
I wondered how some eyes could sparkle knowing that they would not live to see. What would a degree from a prestigious university mean to...
