4th Edition Stories For Youngesters A Collection of Stories by Rizwan Ahmed Memon TRLCL

STORIES FOR
YOUNGSTERS
4th
Edition
RIZWAN AHMED MEMON

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STORIES FOR YOUNGSTERS http://trlcl.eu5.org
My collection is my reflection. It
attracts and instructs the reader.
Love is perfection; it is my
perception. Man has emotion
that is why he has tension. To
give this expression, man must
have passion. --Rizwan Ahmed
Memon
Your dreams will only be
dreams if you dont work hard
and make them come true. You
define your success by your
perseverance. --Rizwan Ahmed
Memon
Rizwans childhood dream was to change
the world by being an actor. However, he
is not an actor today, but a writer and
teacher of great repute. His writings have
impact on the young and the old. He has
succeeded in changing the world by
teaching and writing.
Rizwan was born in the village of Larkana,
Sindh, Pakistan. He grew up in a village
named Akil near the bank of the Indus
River. When Rizwan was five, his father,
who was a teacher, died. He was raised by
his mother and brother. In his childhood,
Rizwan did not play many games, and he
was not interested in any particular sport.
Starting in his childhood, Rizwan became
a lover of nature. His writings reflect this.
He received his early education in his own
village in government schools. After
matriculation, he attended Government
Commerce College Larkana where he did
his intermediate. For further studies he
went to University of Sindh.
Even though English is not his first
language, Rizwan writes in English. He
developed a strong passion for English
when he was in high school. He says he
thinks in English, he dreams in English,
and English streams in his nerves like
blood. He polished his writing skills during
the four years he went to the university.
There he read a lot and published his first
book online. During his first two years at
the university, Rizwan spent more time on
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the Internet and writing than he

did in the classroom. As a nonnative speaker of English, he
thinks his writings need to be
proofread by native speakers
and professional writers, so he
has spent hours on the Internet
with writers and teachers
discussing his writings.
After completing his bachelors
in Computer Science in 2013,
Rizwan returned to his native
village and has dedicated himself
to teaching and writing. He
earned an MA in English, too. He married
in 2014. He has a daughter, Sara.
From his high school, Rizwan has inspired
and encouraged thousands of students he
has taught. He has taught in different
institutes. Previously, he was lecturer at
SZABIST (IMC) Larkana. Currently,
Rizwan is giving his services as a lecturer
at IBA Community College Khairpur. He
also runs his own institute named The
REAL Learning CENTER, where he teaches
English and computer programming.
Since the day Rizwan fell in love with
writing, he has written stories, essays,
letters, biographies, sketches, and poems
that explore many facets of his identity.
All the characters whose names begin with
the letter R are based either on his own
life or the people who were close to him.
People, love and nature are at the core of
his writings.
Shortly before Rizwan became a lecturer
at the age of 23, he published his first
book The Reflections, a collection of
stories, letters, poems, sketches, and
essays.
Rizwans blog address is
RizwanAhmedMemon.blogspot.com
TRLCL website address is
trlcl.eu5.org
Rizwan was born on January 1, 1992.
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In this world, many stories die when men die. Not all people
have the ability to preserve their thoughts for coming
generations in such a way that they will exist even after their
death. Everyone sees the world in their own way and has
different views and beliefs. To preserve and share my ideas
and experiences with the world, I have put them in the form
of stories, poems, sketches, letters, essays, and biographies.
This a collection of stories. You can always download and
read my other collection The Reflections for more of my
writings. All collections are available on my blog
http://rizwanahmedmemon.blogspot.com/p/downloads.html.
The ups and downs of life teach us lessons that we were never taught at school. They
stir emotions in us and we act in peculiar ways. Sometimes we open our hearts and say
what we feel; sometimes we find an outlet for our feelings and emotions. Firstly, in my
story category, I have tried to write about pain, mistakes, and experiences of my own or
of others which can be messages or lessons for coming generations. I usually take
characters from my surroundings. Sometimes I allow my vision to go beyond
boundaries and I create characters that dont exist. I was in fifth grade when I penned
my first story in my native language, Sindhi. After I learned English, I translated the
story into it. As far as biographies go, I wrote some about inanimate objects, and also
about a little baby who was born in my neighborhood.
In my stories, I have focused on morality, ethics, and subjects that can help youngsters
be good, successful, and happy human beings.
Though I have spent years on my work, I still feel that there is room for improvement. I
did not hire any particular editor for proofreading. I am thankful to my international
readers and friends who have helped me with my writing many times. All writers need
an editor to check their writing for content continuity and idea flow. I do not have an
editor; I mostly proofread my writings myself. I am a non-native speaker of English, so I
cannot be perfect. There were times when I felt some of the ideas needed greater
development and more details. The stories and essays sometimes jumped to new
thoughts and ideas without completing the development of the thought or idea that was
started in the previous paragraph. Sometimes the thoughts did not flow smoothly form
one paragraph to the next paragraph.
However, I read somewhere that There is time and room for every word, so I hope my
writings will somehow be of some help, inspiration, instruction, pleasure, and
encouragement to all the readers. Read and enjoy my thoughts and make your life
better, if you can.
I hope that the work that I have done will be valuable for readers. I will continue writing
while there is breath in my body. I post all my writings on my blog. Anyone can visit the
blog to read new pieces of writing and to stay informed of my activities. The address
is http://rizwanahmedmemon.blogspot.com. All the writings in this book and the works
which I am creating now and will create in the future will be in the blog.
With best wishes,
Rizwan Ahmed Memon

Village Akil, Larkana, Sindh, Pakistan
01-01-2016
All of your writings are very nice, and they serve many purposes. They help students
improve their English, differentiate between right and wrong, present new ideas, and
provide new ways of doing things. You have a talent for writing! Sultan (Poet,
Karachi)
The stories are easy to understand and have much depth. Moreover, the works in this
collection provide models for those wishing to improve their writing skills. Seema
(Housewife)
I think you have a very nice writing style. It feels very different from an ordinary English
style. Your stories feel like insight into something that most English speakers don't
ordinarily have access to, which is good. The characters are interesting. Nina
(Teacher, USA)
These are good stories, filled with positive and inspiring life messages. Asad (Social
worker)
I just want to say that youre doing very nice work, and I like the message youre
spreading with your work. Chris (Engineer, Canada)
Actually, its rare for a non-native English speaker to be able to write something like
this. Sandesh (Businessman, India)
Your writing is good. By the way, you have very nice ideas. I wish I could be as smart
as you. I'm not boasting on you. You are a very good writer. Marco (Translator,
Germany)
I think you are a good person. I have never met you personally, but I can perceive your
romantic passionate spirit by reading your delightful stories. Please, keep writing.
Adam (Linguist, USA)
I do really like reading your stories and the fact that you can convey a message so
clearly using a foreign alphabet and a different language from yours actually amazes
me. You are pretty talented. Jack (Student)
You are courageous enough to share so many varied thoughts with us, from love to
death and from poverty to education. You have addressed so many aspects of life.
Saeed Memon (Poet)
I am happy for your achievements. You made a real commitment and carried it out with
tenacity and big efforts. I am sure that one day you will be a great writer and people will
remember you for your smart and beautiful ideas. Muhammad Kamil
You have poured your emotions and thoughts into your writings, and so we have grown
to care for your well-being and share your hope for a bright future with your beloved.
Allow me to congratulate you and wish you and Angly well. Jennifer (Teacher, USA)
You are a gifted artist. With your pen, you have drawn love scenes, sad scenes, and
happy scenes in a perfect arrangement of words which have filled your writings with
various colors. Akhtar Jamal (Painter)
The stories in the book are based on themes of love, morality, and life-changing ideas.
They represent the real Sindhi society, where males have been dominant for ages.
They portray the oppression by landlords and their treatment of the villagers. The
stories clearly expose the injustice to women in Sindh. Characters like Robbi and
Reshma symbolize all women of Sindh. Nadir Gramani, (Journalist, Islamabad)
This kind of literature helps the youth of our society to be refined, hard-working, and
selfless. The themes of nature, peace, and harmony remind us of the purpose of our
lives. I recommend these stories to all the students. Niaz Chandio (Educationist)
It is noteworthy to mention that a newly emerged author named Rizwan Ahmed Memon
is no less talented than the previous inspirational writers in the world. His style of
writing, whether it be in short stories, poems, or essays, is beyond compare, and
definitely worth reading. His language is very charming and easy to comprehend. He
properly educates the readers with his extraordinary perception of things. All flattery
aside, his creativity thoroughly kept me amused. Abdul Majid Khokhar (English
teacher)
The Respond to the Story section is not only a reading exercise but also a thoughtful
discussion. Waheed Memon (English teacher)
I'd go deeper into the uniqueness of these characters. Tell us more about the feelings
and values of these characters. These stories don't have to have perfect English for
people to enjoy them.
Hi Rizwan. Thank you for sharing the stories. I enjoy the products of your creativity.
I've enjoyed seeing you grow as a writer. Keep that pen flowing and the fingers typing
at the keyboard. It's a wonderful form of expression.
You have an elegant way of expressing yourself.
You are very romantic, Rizwan. What lovely stories to share with your beloved.
Your language is simple and even more beautiful because of the clarity, Rizwan.
This is excellent! Bravo!!!
Congratulations! Thiss wonderful!
Keep writing. I know its your passion.
Your pieces are sad, sweet, and bitter. They tell about the depths love can have.
These are nice, honest thoughts, Rizwan. You have a good, courageous heart.
It sounds like you are a romantic person who loves to do very simple things to feel
good.
So sweet and sad. This strikes me as a sketch It's like an artist painting to capture a
moment of life. This is a lonely, desolate point in the narrator's life. It's very well done.
Nice work.
I am impressed with the way you deal with other letters and language.
Your blog has soothing, natural colors. The visual appeal suits the nature of your
writings.
I love this collection.
Your writings instill a message of love, harmony, and peace. They illustrate the worth of
life, relationships, and hard work."
"Excellent! You are a genius. Every story you write is close to nature and is very
realistic."
Your thoughts are pure and clear."
You say a lot in simple words. Your stories are sensitive and touch the heart. This is
very nice work."
Both, the poet and the poetry are very nice.
Your creations ring true and are among the best I have encountered.
You write a lot of heartwarming things."
Even though you use simple words, you use them in a way that makes your sentences
have depth.
I like the morals of your stories. Also, I love the ethics and values you have focused
on.
Exceptional. Your observations are gleaming.
Your stories have touched my soul.
As always, your writing shows depth and character.
This short story is a wonderfully touching and captivating portrayal of the core human
emotions: Tenderness, unabated joy, reminiscence and unending sorrow.
The manner in which you successfully encapsulate the tender but painful memories and
genuinely sensitive sensibilities of Rashid in this story without resorting to tried and
tested clichs is truly commendable.
The progress of this story is smooth and engrossingly seamless, never for a moment
allowing readers to take their eyes off the next sentence. A compelling read indeed !
You can download the authors e-books at http://trlcl.eu5.org. Rizwan posts his writings
regularly on his blog http://rizwanahmedmemon.blogspot.com/. The author has spent
many hours maintaining his blog, and he would appreciate feedback and sharing with
others. See contact information below. You can also find his photos and works on
Twitter and Facebook. This book is available in all the bookstores. If you cannot find the
book at your nearest bookstore, please contact with the author on the numbers given
below.
I am very thankful to all the people who helped me with my writing. Their selflessness,
time, kindness, help and generosity will always be remembered.
I dedicate this work to everyone who reads and writes, to my mother, without whose
prayers I would have been nothing, to my students, my friends, my village, and to my
wife Angly whose company and support has given me time to write.
No part of this book may be printed or reproduced with someone elses name. Also,
photocopying is strictly prohibited. You can purchase the book by contacting the author.
Copyright 2016
Rizwan Ahmed Memon
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This book consist of 25 stories.

This collection Stories for Youngsters is available at all the bookstores in Pakistan.
You can also find it online through the links provided in the book.
Rizwan spent four years writing this collection.
Book Name: Stories for Youngsters

Author: Rizwan Ahmed Memon
1st edition: January, 2016
Copies: 1000
Book Title by: Rizwan Ahmed Memon
Composer: Rizwan Ahmed Memon
All Rights Reserved: Rizwan Ahmed Memon
Publishing Type: Self-publishing
Price: Rs. 200
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Every night we have many dreams while sleeping. When the nights are long and cold,
we often wake up at midnight. Hundreds of thoughts come into our minds, some good
and some bad. We think about our past, present, and future, as well as the things and
people we have gained and lost. Those long, cold nights give us chances to ponder
over our lives. Ramazan, an unmarried salesperson, went through this every night.
One night, as per usual, he was alone in his bedroom. Trying to get sleep, he tossed
and turned on his bed, but he couldnt fall asleep. He got out his laptop and used
Facebook for a while.
Facebook cant take the place of real chat, he said to himself while closing the laptop.
He lay on his bed again and stared at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts came to his
mind. He thought about his childhood and his present days as an adult.
Those days of childhood were the best days. This age of adulthood is dull, he said
softly. He took his touch-screen mobile phone and played his favorite song from his
childhood.
Why dont I dance to this song as I did in my childhood? Where is the entertainment?
he asked himself. He thought about how he wandered the streets with his friends as a
boy.
I laughed a lot at even minor jokes, but now my lips hardly move when I listen to any
joke, he said to himself. I felt happiness when I had only five rupees as pocket money.
Now I earn thousands of rupees, but I dont feel that happy. I wish I could have stayed a
child forever. Where are those friends and jokes? Where is that happiness? Why is
adulthood so dull and colorless? he was still asking himself as he fell asleep.
While asleep, he had a dream. He was in class at his primary school. His English
teacher was giving a lecture. The teacher told them that he was going to talk about life.
The lecturer said, Look, dear students, today you are children; tomorrow you will be
grown-ups. Today your parents look after you; tomorrow you will look after your
children. This chain of life has to go on. You have to make every day count. You have to
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live every day to the fullest. Life has three main stages: childhood, adulthood, and old
age. At every stage we are different. Every stage has its rules, and with every stage we
change. When you are a child, you are interested in toys. You have no responsibilities,
but when you are grown-up you have many. Responsibilities dont necessarily lead to a
colorless or dull life. When you take on responsibilities, you become mature and learn
more about life. You have to look after your parents, earn money, and get married.
Marriage is an important part of adult life. When you are a child, enjoy life. When you
become a grown-up, carry out your responsibilities and do what an adult should. In your
adult life you lose interest in many things, such as toys. After adulthood, you will reach
the stage of old age. This is where you slowly and gradually lose everything, such as
your eyesight and teeth. So spend your youth in such a way that when you look back on
it from your old age, it will make you proud. You should be proud of your past. Dear
children, see the sun; as it rises from the East and it will rise from the same direction
when you are old. Time will be the same; same days, same nights.
Ramazans dream was cut short when his alarm clock started to ring. He woke up and
looked in the mirror. He said three sentences: Make each day count. Marriage is an
important part of adult life. The chain of life has to go on.
Thus Ramazans dream changed his life. He got married to Nazia, his cousin, and he
spent each day as though it were Eid. He looked after his parents well. His parents were
very happy to see their inactive child active again.
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Why was Ramazan struggling to go to sleep?
What did he think of the Facebook chat?
Where was he in his dream?
What was he told in the dream?
What three sentences did he say when he woke up?
Who did he marry?
How did his parents feel after the new change in Ramazans life?
What is the message of the story?
What impact does this story have on your life?
Do you go through all these thoughts at night?
What changes will you make in your life from now on?
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Some children like to have a cat; others want a dog. Every child has his own likes and
dislikes. Raheel was fond of birds, hens and roosters. He would buy little chickens and
feed them. When they grew and started laying eggs, he would keep those hens which
laid eggs and sell the others. In so doing, Raheel made a lot of money. His hobby
turned out to be his small business.
Raheel never let his hobby disturb his studies. He went to school regularly and
punctually, and he also did his homework on time. Feeding and looking after the birds
was a time-consuming task, so his mother helped him with the birds. People came to
Raheel to buy the birds and eggs. These were his customers!
Raheel would buy his clothes with the profit. After using the money for his basic
expenses, he also used to put a little amount aside. Raheel was in the fifth class when
he had collected a good sum of money, so he used the money to buy a bicycle. With his
brother's help, Raheel found a bicycle he liked very much.
When Raheel finished primary school and entered high school, he began to notice that
his hobby was disturbing his studies. He developed a strong passion for English and
computers, so he sold all his birds and devoted all his time to studies. Raheel bought
his first computer with the money he got from selling his birds and his bicycle.
Ten years have past since that time. Raheel has become a good speaker and teacher
of the English language, and he has a university degree in computer science. He
believes that if he had not sold his birds, he would never have become a computer
scientist today. In order to get something, we have to leave something, and we must
leave something good for something better.
What was Raheels hobby?
How did he manage to provide time for his studies and hobby?
Why did he sell all of his birds?
What did he buy with the money he got when he sold his birds and bicycle?
What is the moral of this story?
How does this story impact your life?
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Like every child, Reyan had dreams for his future. He pursued them and worked hard to make
them come true. He believed that the way a person pursues his dreams decides whether they
will come true or not.
Life doesn't always turn out the way we plan; this is something he had often heard from others.
However, he believed that no one knows what will happen in the coming time, so one must plan
and try to live life according to ones plans. Everyone has hope. Life can be better than our
expectations, and it can be even worse, too.
He often asked himself, "What is it that makes people successful: hard work, money, or luck?"
The more accurate answer he often found was hard work because he had seen people who had
lots of money, but they were not successful. Instead, they were aloof. Those who are lucky and
get to be successful don't value their success. They don't feel the importance of hard work. This
reminded him the words of William Shakespeare: Some are born great, some achieve
greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
Reyan was in high school when one day his teacher asked him, "Reyan, what is your goal in
life?" "Well, sir I dont have just one goal," said Reyan, "I have many goals and I may have
some more in the future. Let me tell you some I have now. Firstly, I want to get an MA in
English. Secondly, I want to do social work. Thirdly, I want to be an actor. Oh, an MA in
English! That is a good goal, and I like the idea of social work as well. But why do you want to
be an actor?" asked his teacher. "Sir, I want to change the world, replied Reyan. I will perform
in movies and dramas that will give the message of being a good human. I will play characters
that will touch people's hearts and have impact on their lives, he continued.
Unlike other children Reyan analyzed his dreams now and then and pondered how they could
come true. What steps should be taken, and what barriers were in his way of success? He knew
that little decisions that he had to make for his future would have a great effect on his life. Reyan
was not a pampered child. He had to work at his brother's shop in the evening. He used to look
after the buffaloes of his other brother, too. Escaping all these responsibilities was not easy for
him. His brothers, though supportive, never tried to help him get ahead in his education. They
were happy with what they had given him to do. Reyan knew that this was not something he
would do for his rest of the life. One day he said to his brother, I want to learn English. His
brother helped him gain admission to a private institute in the city. This was the decision that
would change Reyan's life forever. This was when he started the journey of his knowledge.
Soon after enrolling in the English institute, he also found a computer center, where he decided
to take a course in computers.
Going from village to the city everyday was hard. He used to travel by van. Those vans were
very broken-down, and sometimes when there were a lot of passengers, the driver made all the
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boys sit on the roof of the van or would tell them to hang on the backside of the van. After
getting off the van in the city, the institutes were still at a long distance, so he had to go by foot.
Out of his passion and eagerness for knowledge, Reyan put up with all those difficulties. In the
morning, he took his computer course, and in the evening he studied English at the institute. He
had a break at noon, so he would offer a prayer in a mosque and had something for lunch. He
also worked at the shop at night and on holidays. Whenever Reyan crossed the street, he was
bullied by country boys and even adults. They would say, There goes the geek! He didnt pay
any attention to them. They used a lot of derogatory words. One day while he was walking, a
person said to him, Hey boy, you are working hard, but there are no jobs in Pakistan! I am not
studying for the job. I am studying for knowledge, replied Reyan. After a year, Reyan had
gained good knowledge of English and computers, so he started teaching. This was a step
which would add to his knowledge and experience. Now he had left working at the shop and
looking after the buffaloes. His brothers didn't say much because what he was doing was better
than what they had given him to do.
Reyan finished his matriculation. It was time to make another important decision for his future.
What college to go to? Should he study science or business? He thought it all over and decided
to go to the Arts and Commerce College to study business. His brother didn't like the idea of
going to a Commerce College, but Reyan made him understand that this was something he
wanted to do. During his college days, he made some other goals for his life such as doing
Bachelors degree in Computer Science from a university. He kept teaching, studying, and
enjoying his life.
After Reyan finished college, where he earned his intermediate degree in commerce, he
prepared for university entrance exams with his friends at the library. He applied to three
different universities. He got admitted to the undergraduate program in Computer Science at
University of Sindh. The program at the university was quite tough for him, but he worked so
hard and made his presence felt. While working toward his bachelors degree, he also pursued
other degrees from other colleges. He earned an MA in English, too.
Reyan now runs an institute named The REAL Learning CENTER, where he teaches computer
skills and English. He thinks the best social work is giving knowledge to others and educating
them. In doing so, he also earns his living. His dreams have come true except for becoming an
actor. He still has a hope. He now has an online life list in which he adds new goals and marks
the achieved ones. He thinks that as long as life goes on, there are dreams. Some dreams take
a long time to come true and some very little. He says he hasnt become an actor because he
didnt take this goal seriously. He still thinks he might go on screen and become an actor
someday. Those people, who once made fun of Reyan, now call him Sir. He often tells his
students that your dreams will only remain dreams if you don't pursue them and try very hard to
make them come true. Everything that we want has its price that we have to pay.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Respond to the story: What are your achievements? Write a story about your achievements.
What plans do you have for your future? How do you struggle for your dreams?
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It was August 16, 2014. I woke up early in the morning and decided to go to my fathers
grave to pray for him. As I prayed, I saw a very old man, walking with a stick. He was
going to the grave of his wife Sophiya, who had died just two days ago. As he
approached the grave, he burst into tears and cried out, Why did you leave me? Take
me with you. His love for his wife was so obvious from his pain.
I had seen them together since my childhood. They often went to the city on a donkey
cart. Their house was by the graveyard, and Sophiya often brought her buffaloes to
graze. My mother told me that my father used to call Sophiya his sister. Her village was
near our town. My father used to sell clothes in different villages; that is how he met
Sophiya. She was a poor, but brave woman. She wasnt born into a Muslim family.
Sophiya had fallen in love with a Muslim man named Raheem Bukhsh.
Sophiya did everything for her love. She left her home, parents, and her religion. She
became Muslim and married Raheem. After becoming Muslim, her name was changed.
She was named Islaam. They were very poor, but their happiness was not dependent
on wealth. Their love was pure and without reserve. Raheem didnt work much. It was
Islaam who managed to support the house by selling milk. They had five children: three
sons and two daughters.
I still remember how she often complained about her daughters-in-law and said they
didnt treat her well. One of her sons died in a road accident. Her sons sudden death
upset her and Raheem so much. After many years, they recovered from the pain of the
death of their young son. Islaam and her husband decided to sell their buffaloes and
make a pilgrimage to Mecca.
After they had arrived back to Pakistan, Islaam came to our house and told us about the
pilgrimage. Islaam and her husband had become very old, and they could not make
ends meet. Islaam took food from other people to satiate the hunger in their stomachs.
For years, they survived this way. On Eids, Islaam used to come and say, Happy Eid.
In 2014, on Eid-u-Fiter, the Eid which comes after Ramadan, she came to see us. I met
her. I didnt know it was her last Eid. That day, she became seriously ill. She was taken
to the hospital. She was in the hospital for three days, but her health didnt improve. The
doctors said she would not survive. Her husband took her home in the hope that she
would survive, no matter what the doctors said, but she could not survive any more.
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The love and life of Islaam have always inspired me. She sacrificed everything for her
husband and always remained by his side through thick and thin. Old Raheem is also ill,
and suffering from the pain of separation from his beloved wife. I often find Raheem
weeping on his wifes grave. Everything that we have in this world will not be with us
forever. We, too, will leave this world. Sometimes the pain of love makes life, and
sometimes it takes ones life. In life having someone who loves us truly is a gift from
God. A man is mortal. One day, everybody has to leave this world. The only way we can
be in someones heart is through love. Islaam and Raheem Bukhshs life story will
always be in my mind and heart.
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Who burst into tears on Islaams grave and what did they say?
How had Islaam married Rahim Bukhsh?
Why was their love so strong?
Have you ever seen any couple whose love story is like Islaams?
What is the central message of this story?
How does this story effect your life?
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Qasim, a ten-year-old boy, always believed in luck. In last five years, he had won many
competitions at his school, including a marathon, singing competition, and a pie-eating
contest. His father often told him to be optimistic, but also work hard.
One day at his school, the principal announced that there would be a quiz show.
Hearing that Qasim whispered into his friends ear, who was sitting beside him, And I
will be the winner! I hope so. replied his friend. Thinking that the luck would be on his
side as always, Qasim did not prepare much for the show. His parents were looking
forward to see another prize in his hands. The quiz show is nearing. Are you preparing
for it? said his father. Qasim in an annoyed manner replied, Oh, come on, Dad! Let me
play the video game. His father said, What about the quiz? I will win. You will see,
said Qasim. Well, son you better wake up and smell the coffee. Everything doesnt
come without hard work, said his father.
The competition day came and all the students and their parents gathered. Qasim was
nervous, as he was not prepared. The quiz show started and from two teams the team
leader was supposed to answer. Qasim was his teams leader. The questioner asked,
Who gave the speech 'I Have a Dream'? Qasim had not studied his history book. He
remained silent, but his opponent gave the correct answer: Martin Luther King. On most
of the questions, Qasim remained silent, for he had not studied. The questions were
from different subjects from his syllabus. Everybody laughed at Qasim, and his mom
and dad were very disappointed. Qasim lost the quiz program.
At night, Qasim came into his parents room and said, I am sorry. His father
encouraged him and said, You work hard. Do not rely only on luck. His mother further
added, Look son, life is not a fairy tale that has some magic in it, which will fix
everything. On the contrary, life is all about action. If you rest, you rust. Qasim gave his
word to the parents and said he would always work hard and would not rely just on luck.
Did Qasim believe in hard work or luck?
Why did Qasim lose the quiz competition?
What did Qasims mother say to him?
Do you believe in luck or hard work?
What is the theme of the story?
Does the story make you cautious in your studies? If so, what difference will you make
in the future?
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Hoping to catch a big fish, young, innocent Ahmed threw his net into the river with his
little hands. While he was sitting and waiting on the bank for the fish to swim into his
net, he saw light across the levee coming from the city streets and houses. He had
been to the city once. He had a memory in his mind of a school bus, which he had seen
when his father had taken him to sell the fish there. Ahmed was still thinking about the
city, when a fish gave him a start by jumping up and down in the net.
Running like the wind to his boat, he screamed, Mother, mother, look, I have caught a
big fish!
His mother with a smiling face said, Bravo son! You will be a good fisherman like your
father.
At supper time, when Ahmeds mother served him his meal with fried fish, he inquired,
Mother, have you ever seen a school bus?
Um, well, I have seen a bus, but I really havent seen a school bus, replied his mother.
I guess that must be for school children.
Ahmed continued, I saw one when I went to the city with father. There were children of
my age in it wearing strange clothes. Father told me that it was a school bus. Also, he
told me that school is a place where a man they call teacher instructs these boys and
girls.
Really? his mother queried.
Yes, mother. Ahmed replied.
Ahmed kept talking about the city. While Ahmed was still talking about the city, his
mother drifted off to sleep.
The next day, when Ahmeds father was preparing to take the basket of fish to sell in
the city, Ahmed told his father that he wanted to go with him, too. His father told him to
seek permission from his mother. At Ahmeds constant imploring, his mother gave him
the permission.
On the way back to the river, Ahmed said to his father, Father, why dont we live in the
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city? I want to go to school on that school bus with those children.

Darkness was falling and the cattle, making noise with their bells around their necks,
were moving toward the town. Ahmeds father said, See, son, it is now getting late. We
must move fast to get to the river. We will talk about it tonight, when we are in the boat.
Ahmeds father pondered the question as they headed toward the river.
At night, when the three of them were in the boat having supper, Ahmeds father said to
Ahmed, Son, I want to answer your question now. God made this world. He made
Adam, the first human on the earth, from the dust. Eve, the first woman, was Adams
wife. All of us humans living in the world are offspring of Adam and Eve. If we all were
rich, living in cities, studying in schools, no one would be doing the work, and the world
would become unbalanced. So, God made some people rich and others poor to keep
the balance of the world. If we are living here in a boat on the bank of the Indus River in
Akil, it doesnt mean we are inferior or that we are not worthy humans. No, we all are
worthwhile humans. However, God has chosen us to be poor and play our role among
the poor in His world which he runs solo. One cannot have all the joys of the world. We
here living and working on the bank of the Indus are living our life happily. Our source of
livelihood is fish, and we are thankful to God for this.
Ahmed thought it was the will of God that the world is the way it is. He also believed that
it is the will of God that people are the way they are; so he never thought about the city
again. He lived happily and enjoyed fishing and playing with other boys on the river
bank.
Why did Ahmed want to live in the city?
Was Ahmeds desire to get educated wrong?
Who do you think was right, Ahmed or his father?
One has more chances to earn money in the city, so do you think the decision that
Ahmeds father made was right?
How convincing do you think Ahmeds fathers explanation was? Was it just an excuse
to silence the child to get his basic rights?
If you were Ahmed, what would you have done differently? Would you have just played
on the bank or you would have raised your voice against the decision?
You must have seen many children deprived of education, and engaged in child-labor.
Have you ever tried to help them get education?
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Chapter: 1
It was a sunny day. Robbi was so delighted to win the prize in her class for an essay
competition. Her teacher told her that he was sure that one day Robbi would become a
great woman.
Robbi said to her teacher, God willing, I will become a doctor.
The teacher replied, God wills that. I know because He has given you all the abilities
which a successful doctor should have.
Robbi went home and showed her mother the prize. Robbis mother was happy too, but
her father didnt seem very happy about it. Robbis father was a drunkard; her mother
had to pay for her education. Financially, she made ends meet by doing needlework.
Besides going to school, Robbi also helped her mother with household chores and with
needlework.
Years passed and Robbi eventually made it to grade nine. One night Robbis father said
to her mother, Robbi has now grown up.
Her mother said to him, No, she is still young, but why do you say that?
He said, Now Robbi wont need to go to school anymore.
Her mother said, No, she still has to study. She wants to be a doctor.
A doctor, impossible! he said.
She is the most clever girl in the class, why cant she be a doctor?! asked her mother.
Her father replied, Because the time has come for her to go to her real home.
Are you thinking about Robbis marriage? She is still too young, she said.
Well, sooner or later she has to go; the sooner the better. said Robbis father. He
added further, I have already talked to my old friend. He has a son who works in the
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fields, that will be better for her. I dont want to talk about it anymore; thats final.
In the morning when Robbi was getting ready to go to school, her mother said to her,
Stay at home today.
Robbi said, Why, dear mother?
She said, I have a lot of work today and I want you to help me.
Robbi said, Alright, if you say so, I am not going.
So on that day her mother told her that her father was going to get her married. Robbis
heart was torn into pieces. Her mother said to her, It is inevitable. I can do nothing; nor
can you refuse. If we go against your fathers will, we will both be in trouble. So it is
better to be quiet and endure.
Robbis dreams were shattered. She felt a storm inside her, and she wanted to cry so
loudly that her voice would break the sky. She fell asleep weeping and sobbing.
In a few days, Robbis father married her off. Now she wandered aimlessly through life
as if she were already dead.
Chapter: 2
Robbi was only fourteen. She was studying in the hope of becoming a doctor when her
father married her off. She was married to Zaman, who worked in the fields. All of
Robbis dreams were shattered before they could come to fruition. Her husband treated
her as if she was a servant or slave. He punished her, abused her, and harassed her.
He commanded her to look after the buffaloes and cows. She milked them and grazed
them near the bank of the river a short distance from the fields where her husband
worked.
Robbi gave birth to Rabia at the age of fifteen. Robbi and her daughter were weak due
to Robbis pregnancy at a very young age. Early marriage led to many detrimental
effects upon Robbis health. It had been more than a year since Robbi had seen her
mother. Robbis father never allowed Robbis mother to visit Robbi; neither did Robbis
husband.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years as
Robbi continued to bear all the injustices that her husband administered to her. In rural
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areas of Sindh, a province of Pakistan, it is common for men to treat women in this way.
Very few women raise their voices against the oppression. Robbi would never resist, but
she had decided that she would never let her daughter fall victim to this abuse.
One night, Robbi said to Zaman, Saeen, Rabia is now five. We need to send our
daughter to school. (In Sindhi the word Saeen is used for someone who is admired or
respected.)
School? Dont you know in our village girls are not allowed to attend school? She will
never go to school, her husband replied.
But Saeen, she must get a primary education, at least, so that she can read and write
our native Sindhi language.
I dont like your explanations and answering back. I said she will never go. Now get out
of my sight! he shouted angrily.
Young Rabia was watching and listening to her parents arguing about her from the
window. In her heart, Rabia hated her father because she had seen him beating her
mother many times. One day, Robbi went to graze the cattle, as usual. Normally, Rabia
would stay at home with her grandparents. Her grandparents had never cared much for
Robbi or Rabia because they had been disappointed when Robbi did not give birth to a
boy. On this particular day, Robbi decided that she would begin to take her daughter out
with her to graze the cattle. Robbi had learned reading and writing in Sindhi when she
was a child, and she also knew a little bit of English. She decided that she would
educate her daughter herself while the cattle grazed.
One night, Robbi called her daughter, Rabia? Rabia? Where are you?
Ami, I am here with grandpa.
Wont you let me read you a new story tonight?
Oh, yes.
That night Robbi told Rabia about her plan. Robbi had originally thought that Zaman
would do the same for their daughter as Robbis father had done for her. At least I have
gotten my primary education. I have to do something for my daughter, otherwise in this
male-dominated society my daughter will be deprived of even basic education, she
whispered to herself.
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The next day, as usual, Robbi woke up early, milked the buffaloes, churned the Lassi,
and fed the cattle. When she served breakfast to her husband, she told him, Saeen, I
want to take Rabia with me. She will learn grazing the cattle and cutting the grass. She
is not going to school, so she better learn the household chores.
All right. Keep a close eye on her, he agreed.
After Zaman had gone, Robbi and her daughter left to graze the cattle. Along the way,
she gave Rabia two hundred rupees, which she had earned by selling the milk. The
money was used to buy two pens, (one red and one blue), a notebook, and a first grade
text book from the village general store. Robbi also gave her a palm straw bag, in which
she packed her lunch. Rabia purchased all these things and put them in the bag.
When they reached the river, the cattle started grazing, and they both started the
lessons. On their first day, Robbi taught her daughter some letters of the alphabet of
their native language. For five years they studied in this way; hiding their books from
everyone. Usually, children do their homework at their homes, but Rabia did hers at the
river bank. Rabia eventually learned to read and write the Sindhi language, and a little
bit of English.
Read complete the story at: RizwanAhmedMemon.blogspot.com
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------True to his nature the man closed one more chapter of injustice with Robbi.
I wonder how many Robbis would yet be killed, sold and kidnapped etcetera! That so
called civilized man should know that the woman is also a human. She breathes the
same way as he does. Her heart beats as his, and like him she has emotions, too. Let
her live her life!
Should Robbi have raised her voice against her fathers decision?
Are men superior to women?
What is the message of the story?
As a male, do you treat women like Robbis father and husband did?
How can women be equal to men in a male-dominated society?
What impact does this story have on you?
What can you say about the authors efforts to support women and prevent oppression
by men through these stories? Write an email and tell the author at this address
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Characters:
Pretto = The father of Parrot
Pretty = The mother of Parrot
Parrot = Little bird son of Pretto and Pretty
Joe = Hunter who takes away Parrot from his nest
Erik = Little boy who buys Parrot from the zoo

Angel = Young, handsome man whom Parrot is sold by Eriks parents
Anglia = A beautiful woman who gets married with Angel
1. The Parrot
At the crack of the dawn, Pretty and Pretto left their nest to find the food. They
discussed the coming of their first child. Pretty said now it will not be long before their
little baby bird would come in this world. She further said, The shape of the egg
indicates that it will soon hatch and let our baby bird out into this beautiful forest. Pretto
added, I am looking forward to seeing my first child. It would bring such happiness.
While flying, they bumped into a field and came down to eat some grain. Then they
went back to the nest. Pretty set on the egg. There they thought of a name for their
child. They decided that they would call their child Parrot.
2. Birth of Parrot
The days went by and the moment Pretty and Pretto had waited for finally came. The
egg cracked and a little weak bird as tender as a bud appeared. Pretty and Pretto were
on cloud nine to see their small lovely child. Welcome, welcome to this amazing world,
they said to the little bird. The little bird saw them and knew they were his father and
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mother. Pretty fed the newborn bird with her beak. This moment was one of the best
moments for the parents of Parrot. They both were thrilled to pieces. Time kept passing
and Parrot was growing older. The parents of Parrot took great care of him. If Pretty
went for grain, Pretto would stay in the nest to look after Parrot. If Pretto went, Pretty
would stay. The feathers of Parrot were also getting bigger rapidly. It seemed he would
be ready to fly very soon.
3. Time to Fly from the Nest
One night the parents of Parrot said to him, The time has come for you to learn how to
fly; tomorrow we will give you your first flying lesson. After hearing that, Parrot became
very ecstatic and anxious to fly. He said to them, So, it will be my first attempt to touch
the sky. How wonderful it will be! Finally, that day came, and the three made their
minds up to go in the early morning. They left the nest and came to an open ground.
There Pretto first gave instructions to Parrot about flying, and then he said him to watch
how he was flying and do the same. Parrot thought it was as easy as falling off a log.
When he made his first attempt to fly, he fell down, he could not move his wings
properly. Then he tried for the second time. Now he was a little more successful. He
tried again and again and each time he performed better and better. Parrot became
very tired. So, they stopped and said it was enough for today. Pretto said to Pretty, Our
Parrot would soon learn to fly. She replied, I think so. Then slowly they came back to
the nest. Late at night the three chatted. Pretty and Pretto decided to go to gather grain
together early in the morning, and then they would go with Parrot for giving him the
second lesson of flying. This was first time that they both were leaving Parrot alone in
the nest. They thought Parrot now could take care of himself very well, and could stay in
the nest on his own.
4. Arrival of a Hunter
In early morning Pretty and Pretto left the nest to bring some grain from the field. They
did not take Parrot because they wanted him to rest and get enough sleep. It was a very
fine morning. The drowsy breeze was blowing, which kept Parrot asleep. The birds in
the forest started singing lovely songs. The shafts of the sun entered the nest and fell
on the face of Parrot and woke him up. Seeing nobody around him, Parrot felt a little
scared, but he took heart. Parrot added to the songs of other birds of the forest with his
own melodious voice. Parrots voice was very pleasant and pure. Near that forest where
Parrot lived with his parents was a small village, and there lived a hunter by the name of
Joe. Joe made ends meet by hunting animals and birds in the forest.
He sometimes sold the animals and birds in a city or kept them for food. On that day,
the hunter had also left to hunt early in the morning. He encountered a dense shadowy
tree; it was the tree in which Parrots nest was. The hunter had a meal and some water
with him. He decided to sit under that tree and have breakfast. While eating, he enjoyed
the beautiful sounds of different birds in the trees. A sound coming from the tree under
which he was sitting drew his attention. That bird has the sweetest voice of all the birds
in the forest, he said to himself. It was the voice of Parrot. He liked that voice so much
that he wanted to see and catch the bird. The moment he finished his breakfast, he
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climbed up the tree to the top, leaving all other nests until he came to the nest of Parrot.
He saw Parrot and quickly grabbed him so tight in his hands. Parrot screamed, cried,
and shouted. Parrot bit the hunter trying to escape, but the birds efforts were in vain.
5. Parrot in a Cage
The hunter took Parrot away to his village. He made his mind up to keep this bird at
home to listen to his songs and beautiful voice every day. Parrot was in great trouble
now. His wings were cut and he was put in a cage. Sobbing and crying, he bore all the
pain. Would he be in the cage forever? This question revolved in his mind all the time.
He had hope. He seemed quite optimistic. He thought someday he would be out of his
cage.
6. Pretty and Prettos Sorrow
When Pretty and Pretto came back to the nest, to their surprise the nest was empty.
They called for Parrot loudly, but received no reply from any direction. They looked for
Parrot in every nook and cranny of the jungle, but Parrot was nowhere. They were filled
with the fear that he might have flown for food and become victim of some giant animal.
The parents of Parrot were very sad and worried. They waited for Parrot for several
days, but he didnt turn up.
7. Parrot Learns Human Language
A year passed. Parrot was well fed and his feathers had grown again. Above all he
learned human language, the natural language. Parrot used to listen and watch the
hunter carefully when he talked to him or with others, and used to imitate the hunter.
Slowly and gradually, Parrot became able to communicate fully in human language.
8. Parrot is Sold
Once the hunter Joe became so ill that he even couldnt go for hunting for several days,
and he ran out of money. He was in great need of money, so he decided to sell Parrot
so that he could earn some money to fulfill his needs. Joe managed to go to the city and
went to a zoo. There he talked to the owner of the zoo. I have a Parrot, who can speak
as we human speak, and I want to sell him. Would you buy it? he asked from the owner
of the zoo. The owner of the zoo saw and thought this bird would be auspicious for the
zoo and will be great source of drawing attention of the visitors. So, he bought Parrot on
high price.
9. Parrot at the Zoo
Parrot was put in a cage again but this time it was in a zoo, for the exhibition and
entertainment of the people. It was almost the same for Parrot, but he felt he was better
in the previous cage, because he had a peaceful atmosphere around him. Parrot was
unhappy there he prayed God to get him out of the zoo.
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10. Parrot Gets out of the Zoo

God listened to Parrot. One day a very rich family with a little, innocent and cute boy
named Erik came to visit the zoo. When Erik saw Parrot and talked to him, he forgot to
see other animals in the zoo and spent hours with the Parrot. When it was time to go,
Erik told his parents that he wanted to take that parrot with him. Eriks parents said,
You cannot take that bird home. It is for this zoo. But Erik didnt listen and kept crying
for Parrot, and he even refused to go home without Parrot. So, Eriks Parents had to
buy Parrot and the owner of the zoo sold for double the price.
11. Parrot on Cloud Nine with the Boy
Now Parrot was in very big house, where every comfort could be found. Erik and Parrot
were so happy with each other that they played together, they slept together, and they
ate together. All the time they were together.
12. Parrot is Sold for the Second Time
Since the day Erik purchased Parrot, he stopped paying attention to his studies and
complained about school. Seeing this, Eriks parents decided to sell Parrot within a few
days so that their child would study again. When Erik came to find out about this, he
didnt respond or resist; he told Parrot that his parents were going to sell him. Parrot
said, All right, but I dont want to go back to that noisy zoo." Erik assured him that his
parents wouldnt give him to the zoo.
13. Parrot with a Young Man
Eriks parents sold Parrot to a young, handsome and very kind man named Angel. In a
very short period of time they became close friends. Angel was so kind that he felt guilty
if he kept Parrot in the cage, so he let him move about freely all the time. Parrot could
have escaped, but he considered that wouldn't be fair. Parrot didnt want to break the
confidence which the man had in him. So, Parrot never tried to run way.
14. Angel Tells Parrot His Love Story
One day Angel was so sad, and Parrot asked the reason. Angel did not say a word.
After some days Angle grew even more worried and upset. Parrot kept asking why that
was so. Finally, Angel told him and said, I love Anglia, my classmate." And so Angel
told Parrot his love story, sparing nothing. Angel loved Anglia with all his heart; he was
now unable to live without her. Parrot could not bear to see the condition of Angel and
decided to go to Anglia and tell her everything.
15. Parrot Goes to Anglia
The next evening in evening Parrot got a chance when Angel was out of the home, so
he flew and went to Anglias house. When Parrot saw Anglia out on lawn of her house,
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he said she must be Anglia. Parrot saw her beauty. He flew and sat on a branch of a
little tree beside her and said, Good evening. Anglia replied with great surprise. She
couldnt believe a bird had spoken. Parrot told her everything and requested that she
marry Angel and said that she would be happy all of her life if she married Angel
because he loved her so much.
16. Anglia Marries Angel
Days kept going by and Anglia was constantly in world of her own thinking of Angel and
his love for her. It was not long before she also fell in love with Angel and made her
mind up to marry him. Angel and Anglia got married. They lived happily together, and
Parrot was quite pleased in their company.
17. Parrot Tells the Couple His Story
On one fine day they three went on a picnic to the beach. There they enjoyed
themselves. After swimming, they sat together and ate the food which they had brought.
While discussing several things, Anglia asked Parrot how he had learnt to speak and
where he came from. Parrot told them the complete story of his life. The couple was so
sorry to hear the tragic tale of Parrot.
18. Angel and Anglia Free Parrot
Parrots past was full of troubles and bad moments of agony and pain, knowing this Angel and
Anglia wanted Parrot to live happily now wherever he wanted in full freedom. They asked
Parrot, Do you miss your parents? Parrot replied, Yes, a lot every moment! And do you want
to go and live with them? they asked him. Parrot became silent, and then he said a bird would
be happy with birds! Angel and Anglia saw that there was a hidden wish in Parrot to live with his
parents, so they said Parrot, if you want to go to your homeland and spend your life there with
your parents, we allow you with all our heart.
19. Parrot Goes to His Homeland Forever

Parrot was happy and sad, too. Happy because he was going to meet his parents after all those
years, and sad because he was losing good people and friends. However, they would always
miss one another and would live in one anothers memories. Angel and Anglia felt sorrow too,
but they understood it was better for Parrot. Parrot thanked them and couple thanked him, too,
saying if he had not been there, they would have never met. Their eyes filled up with tears some
tears were out of happiness and some out of sorrow, thus Parrot flew up in the sky and left for
his homeland forever. Angel and Anglia kept watching Parrot until he went out of sight and kept
saying Good-bye.
Moral: In life, you may face troubles, hurdles, or difficulties. You could become the victim of
some disaster, bear some kind of pain, or experience some other torment. Remember to be
patient; the day when everything will be all right will come soon. All these things are the plan of
God to make you more efficient, experienced and skillful. Always be ready to face everything
that comes in your life.
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It was the end of Rizwans last semester at the university. He was sitting in the library.
Looking at the huge shelves of books, he thought about what gift he should give to his
fiance when he got married.
The idea of a ring came to his mind. But every groom gives a ring to his wife, he said
to himself. What is something more special than a ring? he asked himself. He was still
thinking about the gift when his thoughts diverted to the first night of their marriage. He
asked himself, What will I talk about on our first night? I will tell her how difficult my
university life was. I will tell her that I missed her so much," he whispered to himself.
Considering the things he would say to his fiance on their first night, he wondered if
she, too, was thinking what she would say on that first night. She might be thinking
about me or she might not," he said to himself. She is a shy girl, and we have never
even talked on phone! he said to himself. Isnt our love special? We have only seen
each other two or three times from a distance. Our family customs dont allow a boy and
girl to be in contact until they are married, he whispered to himself. Rizwan took his bag
and started to put his books in it. A book fell from his hand to the floor. A dried rose
dropped out of the book. He took the rose and remembered he had plucked it from the
garden the day they were announced engaged. He had plucked the flower for Angly, but
he was away from her at the university. He had kept it for her in the book. Wow. A fouryear-old rose smells almost the same as it did the day I plucked it! What can be more
special than this rose which is as old as our engagement? he said to himself.
Rizwan decided that he would give that old, dried rose to his fiance, Angly. He put all
his books in his bag and left of the library. On his way to the hostel, he kept thinking
about the rose. The petals of the rose have dried, but its fragrance is still there. As I
have preserved my love for Angly, the rose has preserved its fragrance for her, he
thought. A ring or some jewelry are man-made things, but I have something which God
has made. A rose, a symbol of love. He kept thinking, and when he reached his room,
he took the flower out and looked at it again. Then he placed the dried rose on his shelf,
his intended gift for Angly, which he would give her on their first night.
In your opinion, what is more valuable the dried rose or the ring?
If you were Rizwan, what would you have given to your fiance?
Do you support love marriages or arranged marriages?
Should a couple be in contact before marriage?
Do you think love can decrease while being in contact before marriage?
Do you agree that in true love; money, wealth or jewelry isnt important?
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There were different living animals in the River Indus, and they came from different
parts of Pakistan and India. The river flowed far away into the ocean. In between many
species were caught by humans for their food and other uses. Among those species
was a fish with golden gills.
A scholarly traveler from Egypt had brought the fish, and he had thrown it into the River
Indus. People say the traveler had been sent by God with that special gift which
humans had lost.
One fine morning a fisherman was fishing, and he saw that something golden had come
into his net. He didnt notice it was a fish. He took all the other fish from the net, but he
didnt touch that golden fish. When he threw his net on the bank, half in water, the
golden fish started to move. He then realized it was a fish. He quickly tried to catch it,
but the fish was gone. At noon, he told other fishermen that he had seen a golden fish.
At first, the sailors made fun of him saying he had gone crazy, but then after a few days
one other fisherman saw it. They all decided to catch the fish and keep it separate in a
pond where it might give them baby fish with golden gills.
All the fishermen gathered and threw their nets in the river from different directions.
They continued their search for three days. The sailors caught a lot of fish and other
species. They distributed a huge amount of fish among the villagers and sold everything
in the city for a lower price. On the third day, a little boy, a son of a fisherman, brought a
little net in his hands and said, Are you searching for this fish? It is already dead!
The villagers and fishermen thought that they killed the fish, and if they had not made
any mess in the river, the humans would have gotten golden fish. They thought that
God had sent them a gift which they lost because of their greed.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Respond to the story:
If you were one of the fishermen, what would you have done?
What message has the author portrayed in this story?
In your life have you ever been that greedy about something? Share the experience
with a classmate, friend or the teacher.
How many days did the fishermen continue their search?
What damage did they cause to the life of fishes, frogs, tortoises and other species?
Greed is a curse. Explain. Write a short essay and show it to the teacher, friend etc..
Tell the story to your friend, classmate or teacher in your own words.
Send your feelings, ideas about the story to the author on his email,
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Rafique had just three friends in his community. The countryside where he lived was full of
natural beauty. His three friends rarely met him, so he had made pen and paper his full-time
companions. Apart from pen and paper, he had made himself his best friend.
On a summer evening, Rafique, as usual, was out on a walk. Describing the weather, he said to
himself, It is hot day today. The wind has stopped, so the suffocation has increased. Oh, look at
my shirt. It is wet because of sweat. My pants have also become wet. Oh, no my papers! They
must be damp, too. Now how will I write today? By the way, what am I going to write today - a
poem, an essay, or a story? Well, lets see.
Walking and talking to himself, he reached at his accustomed place which was a Neem tree.
Hello buddy. How is it going? You are growing and growing making your shadow even denser.
Thanks for providing the shadow, brother. he said to the tree. Rafique sat under the tree and
looked around. Water in the pond is increasing because of the flow in the river, isnt it? he
asked the tree. Oh, I see. With more water in the pond you are becoming stronger! Why didnt
you tell me that before? he kept talking to the tree, but the tree was silent.
He took out the blank papers from his pocket which were a little damp. He kept them open in the
sunshine so that they would dry. You must be wondering what I will write today, he said to the
tree. Well, friend, I dont know either! Saying this he laughed loudly.
The words
On the paper
Are not mere
Words.
In them is a history,
A story of love,
And a chapter of sadness.
The words on the paper
Are not just words.
He wrote these words on the paper. Yes, I think I am writing a poem. he said to the tree. When
he finished writing the poem, he told to the tree, It is time to move now. You can read this poem
on my blog tomorrow. You know the address of the blog, right? he asked the tree. The tree
said nothing. Closing his papers he said to the tree, See you soon, friend.
Rafique then went to the River Indus, which was at a little distance from the tree. He often sat
on the bank of the river and wrote stories and poems. Walking on the levee, he kept talking to
himself. After the river, he came to the village fields where he sat for some time, and then he
went home. At night, he posted the poem on his blog. By writing and talking to himself, Rafique
spent his life happily. Rafique found happiness in nature and writing. In the past, people had
broken his heart, so he stayed away from people and made a world of his own.
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Do you think loneliness is better than bad company?
Have you ever written any poems or stories? If so, share it with your classmates and teacher.
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Every man does some work to survive in this world. Raheman worked as the field hand
to make his livelihood. He worked in the fields of landlords and other people in his
village, Akil. During rice season in the summer, he went to a nearby town named Phullu
to find some work. The town was on the other side of the river. There he fell in love with
Reshma, who was the only daughter of the landlord of that town.
In Phullu, Raheman got a contract to work in the fields of the landlord for the season. In
the morning, Reshma used to come to the fields to stroll along the grassy paths. She
was a simple and kind woman.
I have never seen you here before, said Reshma to Raheman.
Yes, I am new here.
You live in this town or have you come from somewhere else?
I have come from Akil, miss. replied Raheman.
Okay, nice to meet you. she said.
While walking on the grass, Reshma lost her golden ring. She realized this at home.
Thinking that it must have mixed in the dust during the plowing, she did not ask anybody
about it.
After some days, while working, Raheman found the ring. As Reshma came on the
following day, he gave her the ring. Where did you find it? she asked.
I found it in the field yesterday. I thought it must be yours.
Reshma thanked him and said, I like your honesty. You are a good man.
Reshma started her walk, and Rahman started plowing the field on the tractor. As the
tractor came to the side where Reshma was walking, she gestured for Raheman to
stop. I want to sit on the tractor, Said Reshma.
With a smile on his face, Raheman said, Most welcome. It is all yours.
On that day Reshma laughed a lot and for the first time she was happy since the day
her mother had died.
Reshma liked to be with Raheman. She spent more time in the fields chatting and
helping him a little in the work. They both had fallen in love. One day Raheman asked
her, Will you marry me, Reshma?
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I would like to be yours more than anything in the world, but my father will kill me if he
learned of this.
I will go back to Akil, after my contract has ended and the crop is harvested. said
Raheman.
Landlords secretary said to the landlord, Sir, you are busy with the works of the
villagers and town. You dont know what is happening in the fields. Your pampered
daughter has thrown dirt on your honor. The secretary told about the unwelcomed love
match.
That evening, the landlord gave Raheman his salary and exiled him. If you ever come
back, you will be killed. said the landlord.
Reshma made pleas to his father, but he didnt listen at all.
I didnt expect that from you. Is that what you are giving me in return for my love? You
have destroyed my reputation in the whole entire town. People are saying the daughter
of the landlord has fallen in love with a servant!
Reshma was kept at home, closely watched for six months. One day, she was found
hanging from the fan. She had taken her own life.
Every day, Raheman came to the bank of the river and saw the boats in hope that
Reshma would come. His friend often said to him that she would never come, but
Raheman always believed that one day she would. In longing for Reshma, Raheman
became ill and died. According to the Rahmans will, he was buried on the bank of the
river in case his love returned for him.
Respond to the story:
Why is it taboo in Sindhi culture to choose ones life partner oneself?
Do you know that Islam permits choosing ones spouse according to ones wishes?
What do you think is the main cause of honor killing in Sindh?
To what extent has the treatment of girls by males (brothers, fathers, uncles, landlords,
etc.) changed in these days?
In Pakistan, girls are still not fully independent. Do you want them to be independent?
Men kill those women who decide who they will marry, especially in Sindh Province.
What would you call these mens acts - ignorance, pride, folly, injustice, inhumanity or
what?
If you were the landlord, how would you have treated Reshma?
What did Reshma say to Raheman when he asked her to marry him?
What did Reshmas father (the landlord) say to Reshma when he found out about them?
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Many people collect a lot of wealth in this world. They remain so busy in accumulating
affluence that they forget their loved ones and become selfish. On the other hand, many
live a simple life giving importance to love and peace. Rani was one of those people
who was not interested in money and material things.
Rani was the only daughter of Janzaib, who was one of the richest men in the city of
Karachi. Ranis father had disowned her from the day she had married an uneducated,
poor and simple man, Rahat. He had come to Karachi from Larkana, and he sold
flowers in a shopping mall.
On Valentines Day in 2015, Rani went to the shopping mall where Rahat worked. Rani
purchased some clothes and books from the shops in the mall. When she was going
out, she saw a flower stall. She came to the stall, and for a while, she looked at the
beautiful flowers. Which one would you like to buy, miss? Rahat asked her.
Yet, I dont have anyone to give flowers to, she sighed.
Look this is a nice one. Your mother will like it, he added.
Yes. Well, my mother had died when I was three, and only my father is alive. He
doesnt have time for anything but his business.
I am sorry to hear that. Well, maam, today is the day of love, so here is a rose for you
from my side. he smiled warmly.
Oh, thank you! beamed Rani. She took a note of one thousand from her purse. Here
you are, she replied as she handed it to Rahat.
Miss, this flower isnt that much!
She smiled and said, My father says everything has its price!
Yes, well, maybe but love has no price. No one can purchase love with money. One
can get many things with money from the mall, but no one has the love for selling in
their stocks.
You are right. I believe so. After saying this, she took the flower and left.
When Rani came home, she wept a lot in her bedroom. She thought she had no one to
share love with. She thought about the business of her father. He has wealth, but no
love, care and feelings. He is too busy and greedy trying to get more money all the time.
I dont like his principles and his life. I need to live my life according to my rules. If all
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people thought like the man at the flower stall, this world would be a better place, she
whispered as if reminding herself.
The next day, she went to Rahat. You have nice thoughts. I want to listen more from
you about love, care and life. What are you doing this evening?
His eyes lit up with the sudden acceptance. I will remain here up to the night. I am
usually free on Fridays.
All right. Can we meet on Friday evening at the caf?
My pleasure.
So that Friday, Rani felt that the prince who will bring happiness in her life was Rahat.
She started to go out with him regularly. One evening, while they were strolling along
the beach, she asked Rahat to marry her.
I am a poor man, and I have no degrees. What will your father say?
Rahat, I am an educated and assertive girl. I will not let anyone snatch my rights. Here
in Karachi girls are not so much limited as in interior Sindh. We will do court marriage.
After marriage, we will live wherever you will say.
At night, when Ranis father came, she said him, Dad, I am alone. You are too busy
doing business, and so I would like to get married.
Oh, thats a good news! Who is the lucky man? Has he a big bungalow and what does
he do? He must be a doctor, right?
No, father he is a poor, and uneducated man. He sells flowers in a mall.
What! The daughter of mine will marry an uneducated and above all a flowers seller? I
will never allow this!
Im sorry dad, but money is not important to me, and after marriage I will teach him
reading and writing.
You still live in the thoughts of novels. These all are lies written by some foolish writers.
Youd better be realistic. Think about your career and future.
Father, my happiness is with Rahat. I knew you wouldnt like this. Tomorrow, I am
going to marry him in the court.
If you do so, I will not give you a penny from my wealth, and I will disown you. I will not
let you live in this house.
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Dont worry, dad. I will not take anything from you, and I will not live here. I just want
you to attend the marriage ceremony.
Not at all. I dont want to see you here anymore. After saying this, he went to his
bedroom. Although angry, her father also felt happy, because he would have a chance
to marry for the second time.
The next day, Rahat and Rani came to the court and tied the knot. On this occasion,
Rani wished that her mother had been alive and seen her as a bride. Rahats mother,
Zulaikha, his younger brother, Adnan, and his sister, Malaika came from Larkana to
attend the marriage ceremony. After few days, Rahat decided to leave Karachi and go
to his native city Larkana. In Larkana we will live a simple and happy life. I will open my
own shop where my younger brother and I will work together and sell flowers.
I will live with you wherever you say, submitted Rani.
After a week, they had come to Larkana. Welcome, this is your house. Oh how lovely!
Now I have two daughters, Rahats mother spouted in joy.
At night, Rahat said to Rani, I dont know whether you will get any sleep on the cot or
not because you are used to sleeping on the bed.
Rahat, in fact, I feel more comfort here on this cot and in this house. Here I have your
love and your familys love. I feel I have got my mother and siblings. Now, I will not feel
alone. I will sleep well on this cot.
Thank you, Rani for coming into my life. I am so happy, too. You have brought
happiness into our lives.
Rahat, why did you not go to school? she asked.
When I was in grade six, my father had died of cancer. At that time, I left school and
helped my mother to earn money to keep the house going. Would you teach me reading
and writing?
Oh, you took the words out of my mouth! said Rani.
With Rahat and his family, Rani was happier than she was with her father and that big
house. In the evening, she had started teaching English and computer skills to the
children in their neighborhood. She had a good heart which found happiness in giving
and receiving love, not in collecting wealth. Indeed, that happiness is the real
happiness.
What do you think is real success? Do you measure ones success in terms of wealth,
skills, character, or a good and simple happy life?
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The sounds of thunder, lightning, and wind frightened Rozina. She was afraid that the roof of
her old room, which was the only room in her house, would fall down. That night she didnt sleep
at all. While singing her two young ones a lullaby and asking God to stop the rain, she kept
saying Allah Samad, Allah Samad.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The roof started leaking. When drops of water fell on
the fragile cheeks of young Rossy, she woke up. Four-year-old Rossy said, Mama, is water
coming into the room?
No, no, sweetie. You sleep. The rain is going to stop. Soon after she said that, drops fell on
Rahi's head. The ten-year-old boy said, Mama, I am getting wet!
Okay, lets sit in the corner, said the poor mother.
Mama, isnt it leaking there? Rossy asked.
I hope not, she said mildly. She tried to make the situation look easy by using simple and short
words. After a while the roof leaked in the corner, too. Troubled Rozina kept changing places
and corners, but the weak roof could no longer stop leaking. The merciless rain grew wilder and
wilder making the situation worse.
The rain is so strong. I am afraid of it, Rossy said to Rahi.
Me too, Rahi added.
Look - everything is going to be fine by morning. It is just a light rain, the mother comforted
them. After a few minutes, one of the beams in the roof cracked. The sound indicated that the
beam was going to break in the middle. Hurry up, children, we need to get out of the room as
soon as possible. The roof is going to fall, Rozina shouted. The three of them ran out in the
rain.
Oh no, my doll! I dont want her to be smashed under the roof! Rossy exclaimed and pulled
her hand from her mothers. She ran into the room to get her doll.
"No, Rossy, don't! Don't go inside!" her mother shouted. Rossy resolutely entered the room. At
that very second the whole roof fell down.
Rozina and Rahi cried out loud for help, but no one came to them in that merciless rain. Little
Rossy, who just wanted to get her doll, never returned. Last year Rozina lost her husband,
Rabel, who drowned in a river. He was a fisherman. Poor widows wounds hadn't even healed
enough before she lost her little daughter.
Thousands of people in the world suffer from poverty, unemployment and hunger. They look for
a good shelter, food and strive to make a living. Isn't it our responsibility to look after these poor,
unfortunate people? Let's play our part and be good human beings who love and care for each
other.
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Chapter 1
Financial problems can lead men down paths they never anticipated. The eighty-nineyear old Umeda faced the torment of loneliness and longing for her family, when her
offspring left their native village, Akil, in pursuit of better wages.
It was evening time. Umeda was sewing a quilt sitting on her cot, when her grandson,
Amir, returned home from the city. He said to his parents, It was so hot. I was barely
able to sell twenty newspapers today.
His father, Rustam replied, It is no problem. We have enough money to buy the food
we need for the night.
His grandmother, Umeda added, If you need money, I have some. I sold the quilt which
I had made a few days before. Amir approached her and hugged her.
Oh nanny, my old friend, you are very handy, said Amir.
Umeda said, I have always been at your service! While they were talking, her elder
grandson, Wazir, entered the room. He was angry and tense.
Is everything all right? You look worried, observed his father.
I am sick of this village. Whatever money I earn, I spend half of it on van fare when I go
to the city and come back. Why dont we leave this village? Wazir asked them.
His mother Mominat said, We are living happily here and it is our native village. We
have lived here for ages. We cant leave it.
If you cant, I will leave it, said Wazir.
Umeda had six grandsons. Wazir convinced four of them to leave the village and move
to the city of Larkana. Umedas son Rustam had no choice but to accept what his sons
wanted. So he said to them, We all will go together and we will leave the village.
They thought that in the city they would earn a lot and that they would also save more.
Umedas family decided to sell the village house and buy a new house in the city.
Umeda was upset. It was appalling for her to see the house, which she had built with
her own money, being sold. She was not willing to sell it.
Umeda had three daughters; one of them lived in the village and the other two lived in
the city. She thought if she ever wanted, she could come to the village and live at her
daughters house. They sold the big village house and bought a small one in the city on
the road which led to their village. (Read more at: RizwanAhmedMemon.blogspot.com)
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In life, we make many decisions. Some for our career, some for our relationships, and
some for our education. Decisions that are carefully made, and considered with
consultation from our elders, parents, or friends, often prove to be right. We sometimes
make quick decisions which, later on, we regret. Rameez had made the quick decision
of getting married, which he regretted later on in his life.
Soon after graduation, Rameez had tied the knot with his cousin, Jugnoo. She had not
attended any school or college. Still she read and wrote in her mother tongue, Sindhi.
Jugnoo and Rameez were engaged to each other since their childhood. After the
marriage, they soon had a son. It was a tradition in many families in rural cities of Sindh
to decide who will be married to whom. This tradition of early engagement had been the
cause of many problems in the province.
Having no proper or consistent source of income, Rameez faced financial problems. He
could barely make four or five thousand rupees a month, which was, by no means
enough. Due to the lack of money, Jugnoo often complained and quarreled with
Rameez. Why did you get married if you are unable to run a house? First, you should
have gotten a job. Because of your quick decision, our child is suffering, too. I could
starve, but I cannot see my three years old in this state, she cried.
Jugnoo, wait, everything will be fine, pleaded Rameez.
That is what youve been saying since the day we got married. I cant wait anymore. I
have to do something for me and my sons futures, Jugnoo stated.
You think I dont love my son? Am I not trying my hardest to find a good job?
See, Rameez. I cant believe your explanations anymore. Tomorrow, I am going to my
parents, and Im taking Rambo with me.
Youre not going anywhere. Please try to understand. Just wait, everything will be all
right, he implored.
Jugnoo was determined to leave the house. With Rameez, she thought that their life
was going to worse, day by day. The next day, as Rameez came home in the evening,
he found a letter hanging on the wall of the bedroom. The letter read, I am sorry,
Rameez. I am going to Karachi with my parents. I will return when you have a good job
and a house of your own. If you ever try to come after me, I will get a divorce. I can take
better care of my son than you, and my parents have enough money for us. You have
nothing to give me. Good bye.
May you always be happy wherever you are. I am an unlucky man, he lamented.
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Jugnoo was happy with her parents. Rambo was getting an education, and his
grandparents were delighted to have him. Poor Rameez continued to work in the
factory, and live in that rented house for twenty five years.
By the time Rambo was twenty, he had become a good officer. One day, he said to his
mother, Mom, I want to see my father. I think you made an impulsive decision when
you left him.
I dont know whether hes alive or not, added his mother.
He is our family. How selfish are we, that all this time, we never tried to contact him.
You are right, and it is all my fault, agreed his mother.
Tomorrow, we will go to Larkana and bring him here, said Rambo.
Thus, they decided to visit Rameez. The next day, they left for Larkana.
When Rambo and his mother reached the house, they were surprised to see a new
house, full of decorations. It looked like a bungalow. Jugnoo couldnt believe it when she
saw a beautiful woman coming from the kitchen. It was Rameezs second wife,
Samreen.
Who are you and how did you get in here? Samreen asked them.
You tell us who you are. This is our house, replied Jugnoo. While they were talking,
Rameez returned from his office in his big car.
Rameez, is that you? Jugnoo asked, surprised.
Yes, of course. Who is he?
This is Rambo, our son. Rambo, meet your father.
Oh, my son! How long it has been since I last saw you and held you in my arms. How
tall you have become! he murmured, as Rambo hugged him.
Samreen, she is Jugnoo, my wife, and this is my son.
Hello. I am sorry, I behaved rudely. I didnt know, she apologized to them.
Rameez, how did this happen? How did you build this house? How did you become so
rich?
It is a very simple story. The year after you left me, I got a good job! I didnt try to come
get you, since you had left me. Above all, you left me in my hard times.
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Yes. I am very sorry for what I did. But why did you get married?
I am a man. I need a wife at home. Simple!
Jugnoo became so ashamed, and realized that, instead of leaving her husband, she
should have stood by him in those difficult times. Jugnoo had to put up with Samreen.
Rameezs second wife was a lifelong punishment for her impulsive decision.
Jugnoo and Rambo decided to live with Rameez in that house in Larkana. One day,
when Rambo and his father were out for a walk, Rameez said to Rambo, Im sorry I
couldnt give you love like a father should. I am sorry I couldnt buy you gifts when you
were a child. I am sorry I wasnt around when you had missed me. Oh, I wish I could
have seen you grow up. I wish I could have played games with you. Oh, my dear son, I
have always loved you and missed you. When your mother left me, it didnt mean that I
didnt love you. Your mother always quarreled with me. I was between jobs and was
going through tough times. I tried to make your mother understand, but she wouldnt
listen to me at all. One day, when I came home, I found a letter where she threatened to
divorce me if I ever came after you in Karachi. Fights happen between wife and
husband, but when these quarrels grow into big conflicts, the children are affected the
most. I am sorry for all that.
Have you ever made a quick decision in your life that you regretted later on?
What did Jugnoo write in the letter she left for Rameez?
Should Jugnoo have stayed with Rameez? Or was she right to leave him?
Was Rameezs act of marrying another girl right?
What did you learn from this story?
Who are more quick and impulsive men or women?
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It was March 3, 2005. I was reading a novel when someone called at the door saying, O Molvi
Bashir wo! I understood who it was by the voice and the name he used while calling. He used
the name of my father. I answered him, Aayo. which means coming in Sindhi. He called two
or three times. His name was Haji Gul, a cobbler who wandered the streets mending the shoes
of the villagers. He asked me if there were any shoes that needed repairing in the house. I went
and brought some shoes that my mother had put aside to be repaired. After he had fixed the
shoes, I asked him, How much money do I owe you? Whatever, any amount, he replied. He
repaired shoes for the villagers and took very little money from them. In his youth he wasn't poor
and mentally unstable. However, he became so when he lost his wife and son.
Even though he knew my father had died many years ago whenever he came over he would
call out my fathers name. I feel like he invoked my father's name deliberately. I felt a kind of
happiness when I heard my fathers name. Perhaps, the cobbler also felt good when he used
the name. My mother had told me that the man was very dear to my father.
The village children often teased Haji Gul. They threw stones at him, so he mostly used to sit
under the trees at Padhro, which was an area near the park in the village. I used to cross that
area when I would come back from school during summer. I often found him lying on the earth
with a palm straw bag under his head as a pillow. He kept thread, needles and other shoe repair
tools in the bag.
In those hot summer days, he found comfort in the dense shadows of the trees. Many times I
wanted to sit with him there and chat, but I never did because of the villagers. My mother often
told me about his life. According to her, he was a prosperous man. He had two sons.
Once he went to Mecca for pilgrimage with his family. His wife went missing during that trip. No
one could find her. The villagers said she had run away with an Arab man. Only God knows
what truly happened, but the loss of his wife was devastating for him. He came back to Pakistan
with his sons. He had barely recovered from the sorrow when one of his young sons was run
over by a donkey cart. His son died. This is when Haji Gul lost his senses.
Since that day, happiness turned its back on Haji Gul. His tears dried. He stopped taking baths,
changing clothes, and talking to others. Under those trees he talked to himself, laughed and
wept.
Eventually I finished my education and after four years I returned home from university. I had
attended university in Jamshoro. For many days I hadnt heard anyone call O Molvi Bashir Wo,
so I asked my mother about Haji Gul. She told me that he had died two years ago.
Still, that call echoes in my ears when I read novels in the morning or during summer evenings.
In life, we are surrounded by many people who have great stories to share. If we look beyond
their faces and deep into their eyes, we can get a sense of their tragedies. If we pay close
attention to their voice, we can feel the pain in their hearts. Instead of making fun of these
people, we should learn from their lives and actions because life can bring difficulties upon any
of us.
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I am large, grown up Neem tree, standing on the levee of River Indus in village Akil,
Sindh, Pakistan. I cant really remember who sowed me and when, but people say I was
sown two or three decades ago by a villager. Beside me is a shallow body of water and
next to it there is River Indus. As I am on up on a levee, down it are lovely fields and
some other trees. I am all alone up here.
People often come and rest under me. Specially, cattle herders, people who graze
cattle, like: goatherds, cowherds, shepherds, and buffalo grazers. In addition, people
with their friends come and hang out here under me when it is hot day because they get
fresh air as I am up as if on a hill.
I am strong enough to face the wind and rain. I love sunsets and sunrises. Every day I
start my day with more enthusiasm to provide my service to human beings in the form of
my dense shadow.
Many people in my life have come and gone. One person named Rizwan, has never left
me since he started coming to me. Firstly, he used to come with some friends and hang
out with them by laughing, joking and chatting, but now he comes alone with a pen and
some papers in his pocket. He is quiet and kind. He gently touches me and sometimes
climbs up on me to watch village graveyard and see the world from a distance. I
appreciate his love and company.
I have experienced many aspects of humans lives and have learned a lot about them. I
have seen many people in my life from kind and caring people to merciless hunters and
hardworking woodcutters, anglers, and from rich to poor. It is an honor for me to provide
humans a service of my shadow. I dont know how long I will live still, or when someone
will cut me down. However, I still want to live and benefit human beings.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Respond to the story:
How much do you care for the trees around you?
Have you ever seen a Neem tree? If not, do a Google search about it.
When Mrs. Elsa Kazi (a German poetess) came to Pakistan, she was inspired by the
Neem tree. Mrs. Elsa Kazi wrote a poem about the tree. Have you read it? If not, search
for it online.
How much benefit do humans get form trees?
How many trees have you sowed and cut in your life?
Do you love nature?
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I am room number 18 of the Federal hostel at University of Sindh Jamshoro. I am quite wide
and comfortable. I am every year allotted to four new students, so I have chance to meet
different people each year. However, some students live in here for two years as well. I
have two windows one on my front side and other one on my back side. My temperature is
lower than the upstair rooms, since the sun doesnt shine on me. Wind of Jamshoro town
helps me remain cooler. I cant really remember when I was built, but you can guess by this
that University of Sindh was there even before the Independence of Pakistan. University of
Sindh is the second oldest university of Asia.
That was my brief introduction. What should I tell you more about myself? Oh yes, I am
cleaned every day except weekends by an old man. I call him uncle. I have never asked
his name. However, he is a kind hard-worker employee; hes been here for a long time. Let
me also tell you about the students who come and live in me. Well, I become friends with
them in a very short time. I cry for some students when they leave me, while for others I feel
happy when they leave.
One such student named Rizwan Ahmed Memon, for whom I cried, lived in me in his
second year of university. I knew he was a different guy. On his first day he cleaned me,
this is what some students are not willing to do. In his first week, he was alone in the room,
as no other roommate had showed up. Rizwan was a simple, silent, and hardworking
student. Also, he was a sensitive person. In his loneliness, I had often seen tears falling
down from his eyes. He used to miss his friends and family so. He hardly spent any time
with his other roommates and classmates. He lived in his own world. He was in Computer
Science doing his bachelor's degree. He had kept his computer beside my back side
window where he spent several hours on his chair and table studying. He would open the
window and watch the Peepal tree near me, which reminded him of his village trees.
Rizwan would chat with that old uncle, who cleans the rooms, whenever he saw him. In his
free time, he watched movies based on novels and history. In addition, he loved love
stories, and watched many of them. He used to watch those movies when his other
roommates were out. They used to go out for eating while he would just eat at the hostel
canteen. While watching any love story he would cry. In his days of loneliness, I saw him
writing short stories, essays and letters out of homesickness, emotions of loneliness and
being away from his loved ones. From his writings it was obvious he had written some in
past as well, but it was here when he published his first book on the Internet.
Time with him flied. I remember the day when he left me. The new students came in and
said, From now on this will be our room. And they didnt even give him the chance to say
me good-bye. When he left me I felt as if it was just yesterday when he came in me. Even
after leaving me, sometimes he visits me and stands in front of me or goes up on the roof
where he spent his evenings to refresh the past memories. It is his last semester now, in
four months he will graduate and will say good-bye to university forever. I always pray for
him and wish him a happy life after university. Years will pass, and I will miss Rizwan very
much.
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I dont have a name to tell you! Since I only lived one hour in this world, my parents
couldnt choose a name for me. I died before they could even decide a name for me. So
I am unnamed!
My mother, who is not educated but innocent, thought I was in her womb for about nine
months. But she was wrong. I was there for seven months, when she was in labor. An
old woman in the village, who looked after pregnant women; came in and said, It looks
like the baby isnt ready yet to come out. Dont worry and take some medicine to relieve
labor pain. My mother underwent ultrasound test, which clearly showed I was a sevenmonth-old fetus. Unfortunately, she was unable to read and she never knew that. My
father, a religious man, couldnt read as well.
My mother was feeling a great pain due to labor, so she went to another woman, who
helped those pregnant women too. There my mother said her, It is nine months that I
am carrying the baby. So, the woman made my mother give birth through an epidural
injection. Then I arrived in this world. I was so weak that I couldnt cry. I was only about
an hour in this world when my breath stopped. I wish I could have lived here longer! Oh
that my parents were aware enough to help me properly so that I would not have died
so soon. It was not hospital where I was born. No proper care for my mother and me!
Thus I lost my life!
My grandparents and my father concluded saying that it was Gods will. They didnt feel
much grief over my death. I was buried soon after my breath stopped!
Every year hundreds of women die during childbirth in Pakistan. Who do you think is
responsible the government, parents, or doctors?
How important do you think education is for every person?
If the babys mother or father were educated, do you think the death of the baby could
have been prevented?
In many hospitals, doctors are careless. They are greedy for money, and they dont
have humanity. What would you say about them?
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Charactors:
Rameez = A hardworking, gentle student.
Raheela = A beautiful, hardworking and sensitive girl.
Location: University of Sindh, Jamshoro, Sindh, Pakistan
Act One
Scene One
Rameez, a gentle and hardworking student lived in Akil, Larkana, Sindh, Pakistan. On
Friday, January 1, 2010, Rameez went to University of Sindh Jamshoro for entrance test for
department of Computer Science. That is where his education what he calls bachelor's in
love started.
On his first day in the department, he saw Raheela who was also in Rameez class. They
did not talk to each other untill Raheela's pen stopped working. She asked for pen form her
friend Samreen, but Samreen had no extra pen. Raheela requested Rameez to give her a
pen if he had one extra.
Raheela: Excuse me. Do you have an extra pen I could borrow?
Rameez: Sure! Here you are.
Raheela: Thank you.
Rameez: Youre welcome.
Act One
Scene Two
Their class ended, and Raheela forgot to return the pen. The next day, It was computer lab
class. Rameez was sitting in the front row, so Raheela saw him and remembered that she
had not returned his pen. After the class she met him.
Raheela: Im so sorry. I forgot to return you your pen.
Rammez: Thats okay. Thank you.
Raheela: By the way, Iam Raheela.
Rameez: Iam sorry, too.
Raheela: For what?
Rameez: Im sorry because I forgot to tell you my name yesterday. Im Rameez.
Raheela: Nice to meet you, Rameez.
Rameez: Nice to meet you too. I am sorry, I think I said something wrong. Why should I
have told you my name.
Raheela: It is all right.
(Read the complete story at RizwanAhmedMemon.blogspot.com)
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In my ten-year experience of teaching, I have seen many students. From hardworking to
lazy, from young to old. But I had never dealt with blind students.
On February 15th, 2015, after taking my two classes as usual, I came to the teachers
office to take a break. Before long, as I stood up to go home, sir Zahoor, the
administrator of the institute said, Sir, dont go anywhere. You have a third class from
today.
When I entered the class, it was full, with about twenty students. Three were blind:
Salman, Jhangir, and Bilawal. At first I was confused and worried about how I would be
able to teach these blind students. However, after a few days, I felt just as comfortable
with teaching them as I do with normal students. Their life, hard work, and regularity
became not only an inspiration for me but also for the rest of the class.
As the days went by, I learned new things from them. Especially Bilawal, who had
become my role model. His spirit, and the ideas he shared, had such an impact on my
mind and philosophies. His thoughts, so full of life, hope, and enthusiasm gave me
goose bumps.
One day, we had a party in the class. I said to the students, Today were having a
party, so we wont discuss grammar. I want you to tell me more about your lives and
your plans. Let me start by asking you two questions. How was your life in the past?
And are you satisfied with your lives in the present?
Every student answered one by one sharing their past happy and sad experiences.
Bilawal, the blind student replied, Sir, in the past I felt inferior. I spent many years
feeling this way. But as I have grown up, I have realized it is the will of God. And I am
content now with whatever I am and whatever I have. I cannot see the people, but I am
grateful that I can hear them, talk to them. I cannot see the landscapes, but I am
grateful that I can walk on them.
Bilawals optimism and view of life was inspiring for the whole class. I remember once
he told us that he went to the library regularly. I said to him, How do you manage to get
to the library? There is dreadful traffic in Larkana. Arent you afraid of being hit by a
car?
Sir, life and death are in Gods hands. If I didnt go to the library because of the fear of
getting hit, I would not be able to do anything by just sitting at home.
He had a goal to serve humanity. One Eid, I asked them, What did you ask Allah for in
your prayers?
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Bilawal answered, Sir, I do not ask for anything from God but to bless me with anything
through which I can help others.
Though Bilawal was a blind student, he had such spirit, plans, and wishes which I hardly
ever find in other students. I have always believed that if you have dreams, you can
make them come true with your struggles and perseverance.
What does Bilawal (the blind student) ask for from God?
Do you consider disabled people inferior to you?
Why was Bilawal not afraid of traffic?
What do you learn from the lives of disabled people?
How do you utilize your life, eyesight, feet, hands, and mind for the betterment of
humanity?
Good health is a precious gift of God. Explain.
What is the authors message to the readers in this story?
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When you finish your education, your goals in life are changed. You want to employ the
skills youve gained at a university or college and make a good living in your field. In
return for your hard work and investment, you need a good job that pays you well.
Fayaz, a fresh university graduate, was among those hardworking and honest students
who depend only on their skills and knowledge. He, too, like other hardworking
students, struggles to find a job to support his family and himself. Getting a job becomes
even more difficult in a country where there is not much value placed on peoples
degrees, skills, and knowledge.
Fayaz lived in Sindh province of Pakistan where getting a job was not easy thing. There
was hardly any merit to the province. In societies like this, you either must have a good
connection with a political person, a landlord, or a good sum of money through which
you can bribe officers and purchase a job.
In 2013, when Fayaz completed his degree, the trend of nepotism and recommendation
system was common. It has been like that for decades. Any merit to be found was only
in commission exams like FPSC, SPSC, and through NTS tests. That is why he had
resigned to applying for Sindh government positions. He had applied for thousands of
jobs in Sindh government, but they had conducted the tests improperly, and never
announced the results. The government tests were tests only in name and they
distributed the jobs on the bases of nepotism, recommendation, and ministers quotas.
Many officers even sold jobs.
A political party had been dominating the province for years. The government would
advertise their vacancies, and thousands of jobless people would apply, but only those
candidates who had relations with landlords or politicians would ever get in. Many
graduates moved to Karachi, the business hub of the country, to try to find a private
employment. Many others left Sindh and went to Punjab, and some even left the
country and went abroad.
Fayaz would look for job ads in the newspapers and apply. Many times he passed the
written tests, but failed in the interviews. The candidates who pass the written exams
must have the recommendation of someone in the government, like a minister, to get
the job. Once, Fayaz passed the written test and the typing test in FIA, but failed in the
interview. His wife Sara said to him, Why dont you go to the landlord of our village? He
is the minister of education. Hell do something for you.
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I dont think he will. He would never want the villagers to be officers. Dont you know
what he told his farmers? He said to them that if he gave the villagers jobs, then who
would look after his fields? It is useless to go to him.
Look, Fayaz. As they say, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. You never go to the
landlord and never cheat on exams. Look at your village students, even they have got
jobs! And you still keep teaching on only chickenfeed!
The students parents have been flattering the landlord for many years, theyve cheated
on the tests. Above all, theyve bribed the clerks. I cannot do this. Id rather be jobless
than do all that.
As you wish, but if I were you, if I could speak English like you, I would do wonders.
You are too foolish. What is the harm in flattering the landlord? Almost everyone in this
village does so.
You want me to make fun of my knowledge, skills, and efforts toward my education? If I
have to go to the landlord, why did I ever go to university? I shouldnt have bothered
with a degree and just flattered the landlord and bribed someone else!
Fayaz believed in hard work paying off -- that sooner or later, a job well done would
always bear fruit. Once, while in the library searching the Internet for jobs, he found the
following literary sketch on a blog, RizwanAhmedMemon.blogspot.com:
In the Search of a Job
by Rizwan Ahmed Memon
Traveling to different cities,
Appearing at different tests and interviews,
A fresh graduate from university-Tried very hard to get a job.
He studied at the library for hours,
And read the job ads in the newspapers.
Hoping to find vacancies, he turned page after page.
Days went by, he kept looking for a job.
Sometimes he passed written tests,
But failed in interviews.
Sometimes his knowledge worked,
But his luck didnt.
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Sometimes his spirit

Struggled and dwindled.
Sometimes he collected himself
And kept searching.
He had a belief
That hard work bears fruit,
That the Gods mill grinds slow but sure.
So he tried and tried and tried.
As he was reading the sketch, he felt as if the writer had written it just for him. Oh, yes
Gods mill grinds slow but sure. Perhaps the author of this sketch is also suffering like
me. He must have been through the same situation, he murmured.
He thought for a while that he was not the only candidate with a university degree, that
there were thousands of them. Many could only get jobs by hook or by crook. I want to
be one of those who find work through fair means, he said. Fayaz went home with two
printed ads in his hand.
So you have found some vacancies? asked his wife.
Yea, he said mildly.
What department? And is there any test fee? I mean will you have to pay a challan in
the bank?
Yes. I have to, each post has a test fee of 500. And courier charges will be 220 for
each. In total, 1440.
And what will happen then? No answer as usual?
It is not the Sindh government. They will conduct the tests. I will keep applying. I am
sure one day an appointment letter will come.
You earn 7000 rupees. With that, you spend half of it on ads and couriers and test
fees. Every month we need to take a loan from the neighbors.
I understand. But see, I cant just sit at home like this.
Youd better stop applying and spend all your salary on paying debts.
Sara, Gods mill grinds slow, but sure.
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Oh, then lets see when it grinds for you, replied Sara sarcastically.
Fayaz kept on his struggle. Only the future will tell whether he gets a job or not.
Fayaz applied for the posts he saw in the ads. His wait for a reply about testing ended
after about three months when his friend Mumtaz, who was a shopkeeper, called him
and said, Hey, Fayaz, two letters have arrived for you. One is from Hyderabad and the
second is form Islamabad.
Oh, thank you for telling me. I will take them in half an hour, replied Fayaz. Fayaz gave
his friends shop address, which was a bookstore, as the postal address, and his letters
and slips were sent over.
Fayaz took the letters and opened them. One of them was for the NAB test and second
was for the SPSC. His NAB test was on the 6th of June, 2015, and SPSC test was on
the 16th.
Fayaz got a passing score on the NAB test. A passing score was not enough, however,
because there were many candidates who scored higher than him. Sara said to him,
Fayaz, be wise. Take my advice and go to the landlord this time. The landlord always
says to the villagers, Apply for the posts and then come to me. Fayaz, you apply, but
you dont go to the landlord.
Fayaz listened to Sara silently. He was so disappointed and sad. In the evening, he
went for a walk alone. Where is the problem? In me, my luck or my hard work? he
thought to himself. I am not perfect in every subject. Maybe I am not worthy of the
position. I might not be working hard enough. Should I go to the landlord? he pondered.
While coming back home, he decided that he would go to the landlord for
recommendation.
On the next week, as the landlord returned from Karchi, Fayaz went to meet him at his
bungalow in Larkana. There was a huge crowd, including young people, such as Fayaz,
who were carrying documents and resumes with them.
Everyone kept on waiting for the minister, the landlord, but there was no portent of him
for hours. The poor people just waited, waited, and waited. Fayaz asked one of the
servants, Can you tell where Sahab has gone and when will he return? In Sindhi
language, Sahab is used for a very honorable person.
Brother, Sahab has gone to visit his fields in the village. I cant tell exactly when he will
be back. You can wait with everyone else, replied the servant.
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Fayaz was getting tired and bored, so he started talking with a man sitting next to him.
Since when have you been coming to Sahab? asked Fayaz.
It has been almost four years, answered the man.
You are here to get a job, right?
Yes.
What does Sahab tell you?
For two years he had been telling everyone that there was a ban on jobs from Federal
Government. As soon as the ban was lifted, he would give the jobs. Even though there
is no ban now. He just consoles everyone with his words.
Then why do you keep coming back to him? When he doesnt do anything for you.
Sahabs nature is that if one implores for years, then he gives any job. What I have
observed that he is a moody man. In his good mood he has mercy on people. However,
mostly he has no time for poor and jobless people like us. He gives time and jobs to the
people of his own interest.
They both were still talking, when a luxurious car entered with the guards surrounding it.
All people stood up as the minister got out of the car. Greeting people, he raised his
hand and went inside the main gate of his house. The man told Fayaz that Sahab would
get fresh then will come out.
Fayaz felt hungry as he was there all day, and it was also getting late. Despite this, he
did not stop from waiting for the minister like everyone else. Unfortunately, the minister
had fallen asleep in his air-conditioned room. Even so, the poor, compelled people, with
great hopes, still waited for him outside his premises.
Finally, the minister came out. Everyone stood up. Sahab told the crowd in a tad loud
voice, It is getting late. There is still tomorrow. Ill be here, so come tomorrow. After his
announcement, he got into his car and they drove off. In the end, no one talked to him
regarding their concerns.
Fayaz was so surprised at his treatment to the poor men. Feeling exhausted and
disappointed, Fayaz went home. Upon returning, he told Sara his encounter with the
Sahab.
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A true spirit of serving humankind makes one so brave that one fears nothing and nobody.
People who risk their lives and do dangerous work to benefit human beings are real friends of
God and His beloved mortals. Ronak, a social worker, had also put his life at risk. He worked for
womens education in Sindh province of Pakistan, where education was considered something
that spoils girls.
Ronak started his struggle in Larkana. His target was the rural areas of Larkana. He took his
necessary electronics, like a projector, laptop, mobile, and a calculator. He would conduct
seminars at Otaqs (guest rooms in villages where people sit and chat in their free time). He
would raise awareness among villagers about womens rights and their status in Islam.
Ronak reached a village named Dahani, where people were not interested in education at all.
The men would stay at home and make the women do the chores, graze the cattle, work in the
fields, and look after the children. Ronak had never seen this kind of rule anywhere else before.
He wasnt even allowed to enter the village because no strangers could enter the village. He
saw that most of the men wore Sindhi caps and had beards. He couldnt find anyone who could
understand or help him.
He was sad and tired. Around the village were gardens of olives, so he decided to go into a
garden and eat some of the fruit. He plucked some olives and sat under an olive tree to eat and
relax. He saw that some buffaloes were grazing, but there was no one with them.
Hey, who are you? And what are you doing here? asked a woman who was in the top of the
tree under which Ronak was sitting.
Ronak got spooked at first. He looked around, but there wasnt anyone to be seen. The women
threw an olive at him.
Hello! Look up.
Oh, sorry. I am Ronak. I am new in this village.
Go back to wherever you have come from! Strangers are not allowed here. If any man of this
village sees you, he will kill you in the name of honour-killing. He will think that you were chasing
me, and even he might think that there was an affair between us, he will kill me, too.
I am a social worker. I work for the education of girls.
Oh, really? I had a dream in my childhood of getting education, but that didnt come true.
Oh, why?
That is a long story. Well, my name is Roshni. In our tribe girls are not allowed to go to school.
Thats what I have been hearing since my childhood, Roshni said to Ronak.
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But I can admit you to school.

I am now too old to go to school.
There is no age limit for learning.
Well, there must be different values in your tribe. Thats very contrary to the rules of this village.
I will have to leave this place before anybody sees me.
Listen, wait a second!
Sorry. I cannot. Roshni left with her buffaloes.
Ronak was facing difficulties in that village. He would go to Larkana where he had reserved a
room in a hotel, and come to Dahani in the morning. It was not so far from the city.
The next day, Ronak came to the same garden to find Roshni. As he approached the garden,
he could hear a sad song in a womans voice.
Weak, powerless creature I am.
He says you were born to work.
My Lord is that true?
I dont think so.
Listening to these sentences sung in a heart-touching voice, Ronak got goose bumps. He
traced the footsteps which led him to the same olive tree under which he met Roshni the day
before. Roshni was sitting on a branch, and there was a cloth she was doing needle work with
and was singing along.
He shattered my dreams.
He snatched my childhood dolls.
And handed over me things
That I couldnt do well.
Ronak didnt disturb her. He sat at a small distance and listened to what she sang.
You have a beautiful voice.
Oh my God! You have come again! What do you want?
I want you to go to school.
You, a stranger, will send me to school?
Yes, I can.
See, I have already told you that if someone finds us talking together, he will kill both of us. You
better leave.
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I am afraid of nobody.
Roshni was confused and afraid. She quickly gathered the buffaloes and left the garden.
Everyday, Ronak came to the garden, and tried to talk to Roshni. He somehow motivated her to
attend school.
But it feels very awkward to sit with little children in a class.
You want to get an education, right?
Yes.
So for that, you will have to attend the class.
My family wont approve of it. They didnt allow me to go during my childhood; why would they
do it now?
You are now an adult. You have a right to make your own decisions.
In our tribe, girls do not make any decisions, not even of their own marriage. My father and
brother didnt even ask me whether I was happy or not when they decided my marriage.
However, my husband is a kind man. He cares for me. He is very different from the men in our
tribe. He respects women.
Will he allow you to attend school?
I am sure he will.
Shall I talk to him?
No, it is not appropriate. Maybe he will not like this.
Look, dark is falling, and the buffaloes are moving to the village now. I will meet you tomorrow.
Okay. I will wait for you.
At night, Roshni said to Muhammad Khan, her husband, If we had children - a girl, would you
have allowed her to go to school?
Why do you ask this, Roshni?
I just wanted to know your view about girls education.
My tribes view is my view. Our ancestors never sent the girls to schools. They have always
opposed girls education. Thats the reason there is not any schools in our village.
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What is the harm in getting an education? I believe an educated woman can look after her
children very well. Education helps one on every walk of ones life.
You may be right, but I respect the village customs and traditions.
With the passage of time everything changes, and I think it is time for our customs to change.
Saying this Roshni slept.
Muhammad Khan couldnt sleep that night. He thought about the questions Roshni asked him.
He also was sick of the traditions of his village, but he had always remained silent in front of his
father, his uncles, and other elders of his tribe.
The next day, Roshni told Ronak about her husbands view of girls education. Ronak asked,
Would you leave this village and stay in the city with your husband? There you can go to
school.
My husband will not leave his village, replied Roshni.
It sounds like your husband is a rational man. He will understand my point of view if you help
me in meeting with him?
This Friday evening, my husband will sit in the main Otaq of the village. You can meet him
there, but do not mention the fact that weve discussed this and are in agreement.
How can I get into the village?
If anyone stops you and asks who you are and why you have come, tell him that you are an
olive trader and you have come from Quetta to meet with Muhammad Khan for olive deals.
In this way, Ronak met Muhammad Khan, then confessed that he was actually a social worker,
and was told how to enter the village under the guise of being an olive vender. He convinced
him that education is necessary for boys and girls and asked him for his help to raise awareness
in the village.
Brother, I am with you, but it is very difficult to talk about girls education and rights here,
Muhammad Khan said.
Can I arrange a seminar in this Otaq this coming Friday?
I will have to ask the elders.
In the evening, Muhammad Khan talked to his father about the social worker. Now a city boy
will teach us the rules of living life! Muhammad Khans father angrily replied.
Father, he just wants to tell the people about the importance of education?
You know, in this village no one wants education.
Father that is because they have been told that education is something that spoils man. The
people of this village hate western clothes, the English language, and education because they
have always been told wrong concepts about them. Whereas, clothes are clothes; every nation
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has their own way of covering the body. In the same way, every nation has their own language,
just as we have our own tongue, Sindhi. Plus if education was a bad thing, the Holy Quran
wouldnt have said that God instructed us to read by using the word Iqra, the first word
revealed to the Prophet.
Your tongue speaks a lot.
Sorry, father. I cannot be a slave to these old-fashioned and useless customs anymore.
If you dislike our ancestors traditions, you do not deserve to live in their village, saying this
Mohammad Khans father went to his bedroom.
Roshni was listening to their conversation behind the door of her room. I know that social
worker, said Roshni to Muhammad Khan.
How do you know him?
Do you trust me?
Yes. I do.
So listen
She told her husband everything about the social worker.
Why dont we leave the village for the sake of the future of our children? I had a dream that
didnt come true, but I want all the dreams of my children to come true. If we remained here, it
seems impossible.
You are right, Roshni. We will leave this village and its customs. We will move to the city
forever. Our elders will never allow us to be independent and liberal here.
Muhammad Khan talked to Ronak, and he helped them find a house in the city. There they lived
happily ever after. Roshni went to school, making her childhood dream come true.
Many people stick to the traditions of their elders for entire duration of their lives. If the customs
are outdated and worthless, one should always change them. If one cannot change them, one
should change oneself.

Do you accept changes quickly or are changes difficult for you? What had changed in
your life recently?
What works have you performed or done to benefit humankind?
What is the message of this story?
Do you stick to your ancestors traditions or do you live life according to your own
beliefs, values, and views?
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Author Rizwan Ahmed Memon

In this big world, we all are living in different circumstances. Some of us have
happiness, and some of us have sorrow. Sometimes we enjoy the company of our loved
ones, and at other times our heart burns in the fire of separation from our beloveds. The
wait for our beloveds has its own charms. Sometimes it tortures us, other times it
consoles our heart with the knowledge that one day our beloved will return.
Those of us who face this wait know exactly how hard it is. One such person was Raja,
a young, handsome man, whose classmate, Robina, had gone on summer vacation to
France. They both learned English Literature in Larkana in an institute named TRLCL.
In todays lecture we will discuss Romanticism, said Rizwan, the lecturer. Robina, do
you have any idea what romanticism is? asked the teacher.
Romanticism is a movement in which the authors wrote about nature and the beauty of
their beloveds. They were sick of the smoke of the city. They liked to be alone in the
beautiful valleys, and liked to sit on the banks of the river, and enjoy the beauty of the
natural objects.
Very good, commented the lecturer. Then the teacher continued the lecture. In the first
days of class, Raja and Robina didnt know much about each other. As the days went
by, they started to exchange views about literature, writers and their works. They even
began to go out for a cup of tea together almost every evening. They would sit in Sapna
Hotel, take tea, and chat. Robina read novels of Hardy and Jane Austin to Raja. And
Raja would read poetry of Keats, Shelly and Byron to Robina.
You belong to the Romantic period. Thats what I feel, she commented when Raja
finished reading La Belle Dam sans Merci, by John Keats.
And you seem to belong to the Classical period, replied Raja.
You are right. I believe in reality. I know that emotions break a man; make him feeble.
Maybe, but emotions are what make us do anything. Emotion is the reason you are
here with me.
Is it emotion or fate?
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Do you believe in fate?

No, I dont. I believe in free will.
Wasnt our class destined, which led us to meet?
I dont know. I guess it was my choice to attend the class.
Raja and Robina didnt agree on many things. However, they had the tolerance to hear
and value each others ideas and beliefs.
One evening, while they were taking tea at the hotel, Robina said, I am going to France
for a vacation with my family. I will be back in December.
What? No, you cannot! You are kidding, right?
I am not kidding. I am going to France.
See, I have become used to meeting you. And it is not easy for me to live without you.
I am your friend, not your wife that you wouldnt be able to live without, she replied
with laughter.
The news of her sudden departure reached Rajas door through a letter. She promised
to return in December. It was all the same for Robina whether she was with Raja or not,
but it was so hard for Raja to live without her. Sometimes, we attach our hearts to
someone so tightly that when they are detached, they hardly beat.
After Robina left, the class no longer had any charm for Raja. The hotel, the tea didnt
amuse Raja anymore. It was the laughter of Robina, her voice, that had won his heart.
He stopped going to the literature class and the hotel. He waited for her under the trees,
at the bank of the river, and in the streets.
Perhaps I will have to spend my rest of life in her memories now. Raja slowly
whispered to himself as he crushed a dried, yellow leaf, that had fallen from the tree he
was sitting under, in his fist. The dew shows that winter is near; and the date of her
promise to return in December is approaching, but still, there is no sign of her. Autumn
will soon end, but it seems my separation from my friend will be prolonged, Raja
continued.
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Raja had written many letters to her, but she hadnt answered any letter. I will write her
the last letter if she doesnt arrive in December, he whispered to himself.
December ended. Robina didnt come.
Dear Robina,
You didnt keep your promise. You didnt come back. Maybe it was your free will. Well,
my crazy heart should now understand that you will never come back. My eyes should
stop watching for you. And my mind should stop thinking about you. I have come to
know that you have started a new life in France. I was a very nave man who quickly fell
in love with you. I will try to forget you as you have forgotten me.
Your friend,
Raja
After the letter, for the rest of his life Raja couldnt forget her. He never married, and
spent his life reading, writing, and teaching literature at The REAL Learning Center
Larkana. Deep in his heart, Raja kept waiting for her all of his life.
Many of us grow so close to someone so quickly that their separation leaves life-long
impact on us.
Have you ever waited for someone or something? Share the feelings that you had when
at that time with the class or write a personal response about that experience.
Are you a sensitive person? Write a response about the positive and negative
characteristics sensitive people have and explain.
Emotions such as love can give people hard times. People who are sensitive have a
fragile heart. Discuss why this is in a group discussion in class.
Whether you are in a relationship or not, practice your English skills and write a letter to
your girlfriend or boyfriend and pour your heart out. Each student should read his or her
letter on the rostrum in class. Don't be shy or nervous.
What other romantic stories have you read? Bring those stories in class tomorrow and
share them with the teacher and classmates.
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It has been days since we went for a walk together. The winter has set in. I still
go for a walk in the morning and evening, but the walk is not the same without you.
Everything seems so desolate and sad in your absence.
Today, as usual I went for a walk in the morning to the fields and sat under that
Neem tree on that levee. As I left home for the walk, I felt my walk was useless and
empty without you. While I was walking, people saw that I was alone. They wanted to
know why you were not with me, but they probably thought it was a rude question to
ask, so they didnt. My heart could hear their unasked question. When I reached the
fields, the dew on the leaves of flowers was not shining in the sunlight as brightly as it
did in the past when we were together. The dew was missing you. The flowers have lost
color since you left. They asked me, too, why you were not there with me. Wind blew
from the north to amuse the flowers, but they refused to nod. They were as dejected as
a wet hen. While walking, I stopped at the pond where we once sat together and stared
the water lilies. They, too, asked me where you were. The grass around the pond had
dried, and there was no movement in the pond as if all the fish and tortoises had left
living since you stopped coming to the pond. Then I moved up to the levee and sat
under that Neem tree, where we often sat, laughed, and shared our sorrows. When the
tree asked me about you, I told it that you have gone far away from me. Hearing that, it
got depressed and every leaf on it took a sigh out of grief with the wind. I sat for a while
under the tree, but everything around me had no charm without you, so I left and went
home.
I somehow spent the afternoon at home, and again went for a walk in the evening. I
decided that I wouldnt go to the fields, the pond, and the Neem tree because I have no
answers to give them when they ask about you, and their sadness only adds to my
longing for you. So I decided that I would take the other way and go to the river. I was
trying to forget you as you have forgotten me, but despite all my effort I couldnt. I
noticed that it was not just me who missed you but the fields, the dew, the flowers, the
pond, the tree, the river, the sand, the sunset, the paths, the birds, the herds, and the
twilight misses you, too. When I went to the river and sat on the bank, there were no
waves in the river. I remember there were always waves in the river when you were
beside me. It was as motionless as a corpse. The river was so calm that its silence was
breaking my heart into even more pieces. The sand on its bank longed to feel the touch
of your feet. I quickly left the river and boarded the levee. The levee and the path were
as desolate as tomb. The time of sunset came, but the sunset was not as mesmerizing
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as it used to be when your hand was in my hand. The melancholy sun went down. The
twilight, which used to last for a bit longer when you were around, passed so quickly
that I even didnt feel it. The birds that used to sing songs when we were on our way
home went so silently into their nests that I didnt hear their voices at all. The herds of
cows, buffalos, and goats missed you, too. They moved to the town so sadly that they
didnt fight with one another. The night fell as dark as dungeon, and it grew cold, so I
just went home after one more walk without you.
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We have a great attachment to the place where we are born, the places where we
played games in our childhood, and the streets on which we walk every day. These
places are our roots and anywhere in the world we go, we miss them.
I remember the streets on which I played in my childhood. They were not made of
cement or tiles. They didn't look like floors or roads. They were simply of dust. The earth
was smooth and soft. The dust lifted and blew only when a big vehicle crossed. In the
summer, when I played on those streets, they felt cold and comforting. They used to
be damp because the shadows of the trees and walls of the houses, which were made
of mud bricks. They hardly allowed the sunshine through. Whether our streets and
houses are made of cement, tiles, or of other materials, we love them because we have
a history with them.
However, among us there are some people who do not feel a relationship with their
roots. They always complain about everything around them, and they seem to be fed up
with their surroundings. They try to move to a big city and live away from their
countryside. On the contrary, the people who love their roots think of them as deceivers
who only take from their roots and dont give anything to their roots.
If you ask me, I have a great attachment to my roots. I feel happy to be where I was
born. I like to sit on the ground where I played games in my childhood. In 2010, when I
went to university, I had to leave my countryside. I studied in a university which was
three times larger than my countryside. Everything was available there: wide playing
fields, libraries, gyms and the Internet cafe. In spite of all those things, I missed my
village. In the lights of the big city, I missed the quietness of the night of my countryside.
Whenever I got to go home on holiday, I felt great happiness. In university, holidays for
me meant a chance to go to my rural area. My small town was at a great distance.
Many of my classmates spent their holidays at the university, but I always went to my
village on the holidays. It took a whole night if I traveled at night, and a whole day if I
traveled in day. The big citys wind could never win my heart. The gym or the wide
playing fields of the university never gave me that joy which I got on the little streets in
my hamlet. The bank of the river of my region, where I had spent hours, always came in
my dreams. When I was at the hostel, the trees, the fields and the streets always
remained in my memories.
After completing my education, I came back to my roots to give to them all those skills I
gained at university. The people of my community didn't like my pants and shirt, and
my clean-shaven face, but I liked them. Because I knew I had to teach them it was no
sin to wear pants and a shirt, and it was no sin to learn the English language, and that
they could grow beards if they like. I am proud of my roots, my simple countryside
farmers, and the laborers.
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A person who is close to our hearts, worthy of praise, and deserving respect is a
person with a splendid attitude. Attitude is a way of conducting oneself. It is how we
behave and how we treat others. Attitude is a reflection of one's personality.
One who possesses a superb way of talking, treating and presenting oneself
takes the place in others hearts. People wish to make such person their friend. A man
is known by the company he keeps. We can easily tell whether one is polite, caring or
rude by that persons behavior. However, it is not always easy. Those people who use
courteous words, treat us cordially, and keep a smile while talking with us, remain in our
minds and in our hearts. We always have a tendency to meet them and spend some
time with them. On the other hand, those who show disgust, speak angrily, and behave
rudely lose a place in our hearts.
I would like to tell you a story of someone who used to be my best friend. In the
early stages of our friendship, my friend was quite considerate; he used to care for me.
Whenever I became worried, he came to me and used to inquire the cause for my
worry, and he would ask me to tell him my worries, so that I might feel relieved. He used
to call me several times a day and ask me what I was doing. His manners earned him a
great place in my heart, and high respect in my eyes.
My mornings began by listening to his voice. He used to call me early in the
morning and we talked for long time. Even my family members were under the illusion
that there was some girl, who had fallen in love with me, and that was why she was
calling me all the time. I passed many evenings with him. If I didnt go to him, he would
call me to come, and we used to go for walks along the River Indus. We became such
close friends that if we didnt meet one day, we would complain to each other about the
others absence. We shared our happiness and sorrow together. Before this friend I
used to pass my time alone, by reading books, working on the computer, teaching
English, and by doing such other activities. But when he came into my life, I felt that,
this was the friend I had always needed. Because of his friendship, my loneliness
ceased to exist, and I never felt alone. We often had breakfasts and lunches together.
We used to exchange our books, ideas, and all other things. When we met, we used to
laugh, joke and play. I still remember every moment that I spent with that friend. In the
summer, we used to sit in the dense shadow of a tree in the fields. In the winter, we
used to sit in the sunlight in the park. He used to tell me if I ever left him, he would never
make another friend again in his life. He would not depend on anybody; he saw the
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whole world as unfaithful. He used to tell me to send him at least five mobile messages
every day, because he didnt want to see his mobile having no messages from me.
I got used to meeting him. I made a habit of calling him, and if I didnt meet him, I
felt great disquiet. For me it is so hard to define it. In my prayers I always thanked God
for granting me a perfect friend. Such a great, pure and strong friendship never seemed
to be broken. But it broke up, because of his BEHAVIOR.
That person who was always so crazy about meeting me, stopped meeting with
me. The one who couldnt live without making calls to me, stopped calling. The one who
used to care to a great extent for me, stopped caring. The one who sent me messages
every day, stopped sending messages. Just imagine how hard it was for me to live
without the person who had become my companion in loneliness. He was the one who
provided me a shoulder to weep on, who became the only way to remove my
loneliness. My friends polite behavior changed into rude behavior. Despite that, I kept
going to him, but he never seemed willing to meet. He began to use harsh words with
me, and this act hurt me greatly. He kept his mobile off most of the time. If we ran into
each other, he spoke angrily and left quickly. I wanted to know why he did this. What
had I done to him to make him hurt me? Truly, there was nothing I could think of.
Then my loneliness started again. I am so different, and my nature doesnt easily
allow me to connect with others. That is why I often remain alone upstairs in my room.
Before my friend, I used to be alone, but that loneliness didnt upset me as much then
as it did as now, after him. I was constantly lost in thought over why my friend had
turned on me, and to this day I have not yet found the answer. Perhaps, he was selfish,
or he replaced our friendship with another. Now I have become settled in my life alone.
Now I have become accustomed to my solitary life. Whenever I met him, he offended
me, and because of his behavior, he lost that special place he had in my heart. His
treatment of me in a rude way cost the respect he had in my eyes. In front of others, he
used to disrespect me. All these things brought about a complete breakup, but I still
miss him and will miss him the rest of my life.
So, my true story reminds you all that you have to be caring, polite and true to your
friends. Use courteous words with friends. Keep a smile on your lips while talking to
them. Never try to play with others' feelings as my friend did because God likes those
people who are kind, selfless, and true to other human beings. Attitude is that thing
which makes or mars a friendship, as seen when my friends polite attitude made us
friends and his rude attitude caused our breakup.
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It was March 25th, 2016. After a long time, Rashid approached his chair and table,
where he used to write. For the past few months he hadnt been able to touch the
notebook on his writing table, owing to his involvement with the classes he used to
teach. That day, he was particularly sad because his close friend, Waqar, had passed
away just the day before. His beloved friend had drowned in the Indus River in his
village, Akil. He was 23 and single. Waqar was swimming with his classmates, when
one of them got into a whirlpool. Waqar managed to get him out of the whirlpool, but he
got himself within it. He sacrificed his life for the friend.
Rashid took his notebook, and cleaned the dust on it with his hand. He grabbed a pen,
held it in his mouth with his teeth and hand, and began to stare at the Neem tree
outside the window. The leaves were inevitably being shed from it. He thought that
these leaves didnt know which of them would fall next. Like those leaves, we humans
also have no idea as to who will perish next. Rashid opened the notebook and
commenced writing.
I had read novels and stories about separation before, but I had never felt it so deeply
until I lost my friend. I feel there is a void that can never be filled. It is a lifelong sorrow
that tends to persist. Every sorrow has its share of intensity. While this intensity does
fade with the passage of time, it is never obliterated completely. Even after decades,
whenever we happen to remember any moment spent with our past friends, we take a
deep sigh without any intention. There is always the grief of separation from our loved
ones that pricks our hearts.
It is painful to write about the friends and loved ones that we have lost. However, one
way through which we can provide succor to our saddened hearts is by recalling the
moments that we had spent together. No doubt, we all have to go back to our Creator,
but the sudden separation of our loved ones really shakes the earth under our feet. I too
lost my friend recently, a friend I had spent a lifetime with a long period of time.
It was 2006 when Waqar met me for the first time. I was in grade 9, whereas he was in
grade 8. He came to my class accompanied by his friend, Muhammad Bukhsh. I have
heard that you are good at English, he said to me. I never knew that he would end up
being my student as well as a very good friend with whom I would spend half of my life!
When I reached grade 10, I had started teaching English. Waqar came to learn English
at my institute. I found him to be a very obedient, helpful, and intelligent student, who
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would always score high on the tests due to being regular and punctual. He had
become my pet student. After about eight months, the course had come to an end, and
new students arrived. Occasionally, Waqar used to come and see me. On one of my
birthdays, he brought me a gift early in the morning. This is a very old and torn book,
but whatever it might be, if it is given as a gift, it has its own special value, he said while
offering me the book.
Rashid went on writing and writing. As if he would write for centuries. It was as if all his
pens would cease to write and yet, his memories would not end. Some of his final lines
he wrote were: Physically you are not with me, but you will always remain with me
spiritually in my heart and mind. No matter how long I write about you or talk about
you, your virtue cant be defined in words. Your premature death has not only made me
lonely, but it has made me, in fact, a poor man. Rashid had a history with his friend.
Whenever he went out, his mind would remind him about the times that they sat and
walked in the streets of their village. He couldnt believe that his friend was no more.
Whenever he entered his writing room, he thought of how his friend sat there and read
his stories, helped him with his college work, and how he joked. Whenever Rashid did
anything, the memories of his friend would start occupying his mind.
When our loved ones depart from this world, they take away nothing with them. They
leave everything behind. Lets pray that the soul of Rashids friend may rest in peace
and that Rashids dejected heart may get the strength and patience to survive the
sudden separation from his friend.
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This short story is a wonderfully touching and captivating portrayal of the core human
emotions: Tenderness, unabated joy, reminiscence and unending sorrow.
The manner in which you successfully encapsulate the tender but painful memories and
genuinely sensitive sensibilities of Rashid in this story without resorting to tried and
tested clichs is truly commendable.
The progress of this story is smooth and engrossingly seamless, never for a moment
allowing readers to take their eyes off the next sentence. A compelling read indeed !
Jason
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Dear reader,
I dont know you, but now that you have read this book, you know me in some way. This is a
message for you. I am writing to tell you that you are precious. Your time is money. Your life is
valuable. Many of us forget the value of ourselves, our time, and our life, when we fall prey to
loneliness, despair, and depression.
These torments are brought about by different people and events in our lives. Sometimes
friends are the cause. Sometimes family members or relatives are the cause. Sometimes it's our
own mistake. I read somewhere that people will always treat you according to their need and
mood. Through the course of my life, I have realized this to be true.
That is why I believe that nobody can take better care of you than you yourself. The writings in
this book are full of lessons that if you act upon, can bring happiness and contentment in your
lives. In the reading comprehension classes at the REAL Learning Center, I have often given
my own stories to students for the sake of learning English. The students always say that apart
from learning English, they gain many things from the stories. The stories have great positive
impact on them.
So you, too, should make the most out of these works and make your life the best. After reading
these stories, many of my students have started writing themselves. According to them, these
writings are models for them through which they learn how to write and express their views on
the paper in the form of stories, poems, sketches, essays, and letters.
You can also write. If you want me to post your writings on my blog with your name, send them
to me. My email address is RizwanAhmedMemon@gmail.com.
To stay informed of the stories that I am writing now or will write in the future, follow me on
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I post all my writings on my blog. The address is http://rizwanahmedmemon.blogspot.com/
You can send me feedback, comments, and your suggestions directly on the blog or send them
to my email address.
All the best! I am looking forward to hearing from you on Facebook, my blog, or through email.
Rizwan
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city? I want to go to school on that school bus with those children.

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Author: Rizwan Ahmed Memon

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Author: Rizwan Ahmed Memon

Pretty = The mother of Parrot

Parrot = Little bird son of Pretto and Pretty

Joe = Hunter who takes away Parrot from his nest

Erik = Little boy who buys Parrot from the zoo

Anglia = A beautiful woman who gets married with Angel

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10. Parrot Gets out of the Zoo

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19. Parrot Goes to His Homeland Forever

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Author: Rizwan Ahmed Memon

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Author: Rizwan Ahmed Memon

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Author: Rizwan Ahmed Memon

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Author: Rizwan Ahmed Memon