Fiction

SYED MAJID GILANI It was a quiet evening when Mohsin sat in his bedroom, his hands trembling as he looked...

Yesterday, I happened to pass by an old Chinar tree. The prodigious tree enchanted my soul, and I stood amazed...

Nazir Jahangir It was the 1980s when my Urdu drama Saltanat (The Kingdom) was broadcast by Radio Kashmir, Srinagar. Its...

N. Anjum Sherry was sitting in the night club , alone and disappointed….It was the club where the elite would...

MUSHTAQ HURRA Gula was releasing dense puffs of smoke from the earthen Hubble bubble (Hookah), sitting calmly on the broad...

Dr. Mushtaque B Barq I know I am not dead. I was carried and abandoned here, as if I were...

SYED MAJID GILANI My childhood was a haven of wisdom, filled with the guidance of elder family members, neighbors, and...

Umar Hayat Hussain I stood at the edge of the field, my eyes fixed on the old barn. Its weathered...

Mohammad Ali Andrabi It was early in the morning; Alex was still half asleep when he heard a bloodcurdling scream...

Abdullah Lone My grandmother, Fatima, held my gaze that mirrored my own. Laughter, once the lifeblood of this house, had...