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It is journey within : It is discovering self |M. Hameed Shahid

M.Hameed Shahid|Hurt to Breath

Hurt to breath _____ A fiction from Urdu literature, Written by: Mohammad Hameed Shahid, Translated by: Farooq Sarwar .Suddenly his mind diverted to his fatherNot only to his father, but the special part of the time too, when he was ready to dieHe completely lost himself in his thinking, like …

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مِری گود میں دَم نکلے گا|محمد حمید شاہد

راہ دم تیغ پہ ہو کیوں نہ میرجی پہ رکھیں گے تو گزر جائیں گے وہ کھانسے، یوں نہیں جیسے کوئی مریض کھانستا ہے بلکہ یوں جیسے کوئی گفتگو کرنے والا، اپنے حلقوم تک آ چکی بات کو نئے رخ سے راہ دینے کے لیے ہلکا سا کھنگورا مارتا ہے،’’ہَک …

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Semantics of lust | M. Hameed Shahid

Translated from Urdu by Saeed Naqvi You may call it shortsightedness, or maybe it is tunnel vision; when a story is screaming in the face of a writer, but he is too busy searching for inspiration in old buried fables to notice. It was during such a feverish search through …

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The Saddled Horse|M Hameed Shahid

The Saddled Horse

The issue is not that my wife does not care for me but the real issue is that she is always focused at me. Well! It does not mean either that our conjugal life is devoid of love. Neither my wife nor I can give up this fragrant passion. To …

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PARO|M Hameed Shahid

Tethering the Motley in the yard he muttered under tone: when sheaths ripen the coming asarh, I will buy another of your pedigree. He tested the knot on the moving his hand gently on the ox’s back. This act sent a feeling of exhilaration through his whole being. He was …

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How Grief Perishes|M Hameed Shahid

Nabeel felt nauseated as he entered the emergency ward. The pungent smell of tinctures filled his nostrils and disrupted his breathing. His destination was Ward 3, but he had to pass through the emergency ward which was located at the entrance. Every time there would be a new case in …

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THE NEST OF SNOW|M Hameed Shahid

She was irritated very much. She unlatched the door. I had hardly stepped in then she showered a volley of reproof on me. The girls, who were greatly delighted on my coming home wanted to rush at me. They were, however, checked of discretion to remain aloof, at this unseemly …

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THE REVELLER|M Hameed Shahid

Female and fragrance I cherish the most – or should I confess that feminine fragrance intoxicate me immensely. Now that I shun a woman, avoid to converse with her, this never was my wont previously. So I admit over again that woman and smell emanating from her being, always infatuate …

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