listen-to-the-Khan

In a world of lies and crimes of heartbreaks, there were very few cases where the broken hearts were two and not one. There were few screams with silent sobs in the corner of souls that were too happy to suffer too bright to be dim. Yet the sun did let the darkness to take over again as the dawn up surfaced again but for the people who were not stronger; not ready.Walking through the memory lane of time as he goes through the same hallways of his beloved's lost memories, he thinks about how something so pure was all a lie with a broken existence of hope that his mother will one day come alive from the shadows of death."Ishq" I repeat the word of love that she uses to call me with. "You successfully killed your love, your Ishq, Jeena."Rafan was not the same man anymore. He is not the same happy go-lucky-guy, not since his mom died, not since the person who promised him nothing but a lifetime of love, comfort and presences left him. The world he was promised was what he wanted, it was enough to complete him of something he did not know he needed. He needed her, he needed Jeena.In the silence of those corridors in his subconscious mind, he makes a sound full promise of finding the remainder of his love and the criminal of his hopes, the keeper of his promises and the rebel of his words, to make it rough for her. To make her feel what he felt. To make her bleed the same way he still bleeds. To make her pay the price he had to pay."Sir your flight to Istanbul will be... early morning, tomorrow. The details are here." Kabir, my assistant informed, passing me the boarding paper after checking them.To him, he was the only broken soul in this tragic love story but was it even the love story to began with? It was a mess of dried up tears and lies spoken with a smiling face. It was a game of chase and hiding from your fate. It was the ruins of belief in good and affection. It was a story, yes but of love, not so much...…

listen-to-the-Khan

Doubt unwinds how humans can create personas to fit into society and forget to love themselves. The story moves around two people and the choices they question, which were made for them. Best friends stuck with insecurities, but will stand by each other in any circumstances. One has mother issues, whereas the other only has a mother to live for. Not your regular north and south, but definitely not your ice-cream and waffle. One will crack jokes at the most random of times, and the other will not even laugh, but both are suckers for biryani. One might suck at Urdu, and the other only freaks out in it, but both care about one person. One is born in Pakistan, and the other is born in America, but both are Pakistani. One is over-excited, and the other is calm as the wind, but both are socially damaged. One is a creative bird, and the other is the virtual freak, but both hate biology. One is head over heels for Pakistani music, and the other doesn't even understand half the lyrics, but both love Sajjad Ali. One is naïve, whereas the other is silly, but both are mature at the right moment. One reads the ingredients of everything while the other makes his own, but, again, both are Halal oddities in a Haram world. She was Ezzah Mahir, and this her journal.Now available on Amazon and in Pakistan.…

listen-to-the-Khan

This was not supposed to happen, they were not supposed to meet. An angry young Pashtun with his ego problems was not supposed to fall for the Americanized version of a Pakistani Muhajir, hack life was not decided for love, not for him at least.He was hard headed than why his gray orbs sudden soften for the brown ones. He had decided that he will marry the first girl that came in front of him to prove a point to his theoretically former tribal bride and in laws. But it took a highway route when he saw a certain, lost girl at the Jinnah Airport. A girl in white cotton floor length dress with a brown leather jacket with a pair of converse munching on a packet of lays masala, sitting on her own trolley, flipping her head here and there as her scarf moved with her without even for once being displaced from its original position.Was he ready to marry a girl that he does not know let alone liked by first sight when he knew in his family approval comes from the elders where there is no choice left for them, the broods? He might be an introvert and an honor preserving chap but he was clear when it came to what he wants and needs. He never confused his feelings with his duties as the head of his family or as the impending head of the chief of his tribe, to be the next Emir of Gorgush. Olasyar Khan, was in that state of mind but then why did his heart feel that pine? He was ready to make everything turn according to his desires, the Pashtun in him was not ready to back down and let others lead his life for him. Allah showed him the way, so he will move all the rocks and stones in his path even if he must pick them up by his bare hands.As the tag on the bag read the name, he uttered the last words and left, "Zareen Wadi, be ready to be Zareen Khan."Their fates were already amalgamated, they just had to find their way to each other.The following book does not represent or attack a certain race or cast.Spiritual #33 (4/20)…

listen-to-the-Khan

An open but personal journal of a moronic in the form of words. A person who is considered to be on the other lane of the road because normal people don't get the Moronic's logic and call it them fool.I am one of those moronic.I welcome you to my world.…