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A Burden (Scurta relatare) 5-08-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
Welcome to our camp Mr. Happy! I see you are here to make a report about us. Perhaps you work for some news-agency and are here not because you feel sorry for us but because you can feel that it is a 'juicy' story. Am I right? Well, if you...

A Page of A Diary (Scurta relatare) 11-05-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
The universe is mysterious and the mind, even more. The enigma of creation is yet to be explained and probably never will be. Today I realised the power of creation—the significance of the insignificant. Things exist, but why? How? When? The...

Black Paradise (Poezie) 23-05-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
Once I saw through the black hole It was like Alice to Wonderland There were many beautiful gardens Like made by a magic wand There were many large fields Not of soil, but of sand There were many stunning statues Like made by a skilful...

Defeat and Victory (Poezie) 28-03-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
All is not lost, O son of sea! A little defeat doesn't harm a victory. Defeat is a part of life, you know. A component of the enigma, the mystery. Beyond understanding of humanity, Combined with dimensions of versatility, Strange are the...

Loneliness (Poezie) 25-11-2005
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
Ever wonder What it means to be alone To be insulated From the worldly tone To be amid a lively crowd And to feel that engulfing desert-silence To speak with your mouth While your heart waits for emergence The soul remains thirsty Of a...

Misty Smile (Poezie) 12-12-2003
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
Oh, misty smile; Can I ever understand thee! A smile you are, an enigma as well. Cruel you are, filled with mercy as well. Devilish you are, angelic as well. Crafty you are, sincere as well. Dangerous you...

Role of Media and Video Games (Optiuni) 30-05-2005
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
As sociologists are doing more and more research, a correlation between violence and media is being firmly established. Television and movies have emerged as a very powerful form of entertainment but are they just providing us relief or are they...

Salmacis: The Union (Poezie) 28-08-2005
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
Her kiss lingers on His lips The moisture of love, heart sips The burning passion flares More and more it dares The rose-like touch engraved On His senses The euphoria magnified Through a thousand lenses Those shinning eyes, black like...

Spiritual Cycle Trilogy 1:The Traveller (Scurta relatare) 2-12-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
The latest and the most expensive model of Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a sky scraper. A full uniformed driver emerged and immediately opened the door for Ryan Slate to come out. Ryan passed his hand once over his costly three-piece suit and...

Spiritual Cycle Trilogy 2:The Midnight Rain (Scurta relatare) 2-12-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
Spiritual Cycle Trilogy 2: The Midnight Rain My motorcycle was surrounded by sheer darkness and mist. The territory of inky clouds was expanding swiftly and the chilly turbulent winds were doing their best to devour every iota of heat from...

Spiritual Cycle Trilogy 3: The Key to the Door (Scurta relatare) 2-12-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
Spiritual Cycle Trilogy 3: The Key to the Door The chirping of the birds woke me up. Yawning, I looked at the calendar; it was Sunday and I was to spend the morning drinking tea with Dr. Samuel Nelson. Samuel was an old friend of mine. We...

The Burning Cheek (Scurta relatare) 30-05-2005
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
The slap hit his face like a hammer and he could feel himself being thrown back to the wall in slow motion due to the brute force of that heavy, callous hand. Tears inundated his eyes as he looked up timidly at his fuming father; this wasn’t his...

The Criminal Wave (Scurta relatare) 15-07-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
FBI Special Agent Jack Stewart threw the file on the table and muttered loudly, “A real tough nut to crack”. “No wonder police failed to solve this baby,” his partner Sam Nolton whistled. The two agents were exhausted after their night’s work...

The Dawn (Scurta relatare) 28-08-2005
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
Life is one horrible nightmare, someone had once told him; now, he believed it. It would be surprising to others that such a multi-millionaire and a business tycoon would think that way, but others couldn’t see what was going beneath the surface;...

The Eternal Quest (Poezie) 9-05-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
Everywhere I searched for her Through wind and tide I looked for her A person unknown and unfamiliar Yet I at all times craved for her And I said,” Be with me, forever." I searched for her in depths of seas Over ports and isolated quays...

The Gift (Scurta relatare) 3-11-2003
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
All attempts of human survival have failed. Humanity was nothing but a dying race. The whole complex process of evolution, which had created the spark of intelligence in the shape of Homo-sapiens, appeared to be in vain. Had they evolved just for...

The Hollow World (Poezie) 28-08-2005
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
A mystic silence fills my ears. The noise of the rotating fan dissolving into the void. My probing eyes, feel as they scan the room and its walls. The emptiness of my mind projects unto the world through a lens of peculiar kind. I see...

The Love That We Had Once (Poezie) 25-12-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
The eyes that I saw once The smile that I loved once The secrets that we shared once The warmth that you showed once Do they exist still or have they gone? Like the flowers that bloom at dawn Gone they have despite my fears...

The Mother of My Mother (Scurta relatare) 25-12-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
I have an ‘Oxford Dictionary of Current English’ in my hands and the meaning of ‘alive’ is written as ‘living.’ If you skip the pages forward to the ‘L’ section, the meaning of the word ‘living’ is entered as ‘being alive.’ It shows our...

The Painter's Dilemma (Poezie) 28-08-2005
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
The painter's hand moves On the lamina it hooves The brush stirs it with magic To fill with colors, comic and tragic The dyes whisper to him Through the Pierian Spring he has to swim And he sees a yet unpainted vision On the white paper...

The Pakistani Marriage (Poezie) 31-08-2005
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
The blowing of the trumpets And the beats of drums The smiling faces The shinning eyes The jumping children The dancing boys The excited girls The gleeful noise The relatives moving around In colorful clothes The servants hustling about...

The Patient (Scurta relatare) 23-05-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
The voice of the newscaster was echoing through the room: “The whole country was moved by the sudden and tragic death of the renowned scholar and reformer, John Ruskin. He brought this country out from the state of anarchy and…” “Hypocrites,”...

The Rain Within (Poezie) 9-05-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
When the night grows dark and rain comes up A thousand memories and a face comes up The sound of rain creeps up the air And in my ears thy music comes up The scent of drops falling on the sand And thy fragrance at once comes up When crescent...

The Role of Media and Video Games (Optiuni) 30-05-2005
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
As sociologists are doing more and more research, a correlation between violence and media is being firmly established. Television and movies have emerged as a very powerful form of entertainment but are they just providing us relief or are they...

The trial (Scurta relatare) 28-03-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
At some point in distant future, there will be a country; a country with extremely high economic disparity, but something will change the situation. The country will have a President; to some he will be a "merciless bastard" and to others he will...

Victory in Disguise (Scurta relatare) 14-05-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
"Over a limit, everything becomes fatal, even triumph itself…" Mark Swift paced slowly through the throng towards the entrance of the examination hall. Whispers began to emanate from everywhere he passed. “Oh, my goodness! Isn’t he Mark...

Who Am I? (Optiuni) 31-05-2004
by Muhammad Awais Aftab
Who am I? This is a question I have asked myself for years but have never found a satisfactory answer. As I ponder deep over this question, I realise that the answer to this mystery encompasses a number of other fundamental and basic philosophical...