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Was There Time Before the Big Bang?
Understanding the Big Bang The Big Bang theory is the leading explanation for the origin of the universe. It posits that approximately 13.8 billion years ago, the universe began as an incredibly hot, dense point and has been
By shahkar jalal2 months ago in Education
Colors of Colors
A heated debate was going on in the room. The seven gentlemen were firm in their own views, and there was a deep and vast ocean of disagreement between them. They were as determined as seven continents to maintain their distance from each other so that their own identities and their own reasons for pride would remain. The only difference was their likes and dislikes of colors. Red, green, blue, yellow, orange, purple, and violet.
By shahkar jalal2 months ago in Art
Inattentional Blindness
Kristen was an eight-year-old child. He was sitting on a park bench, sad. There was worry, fear and depression on his face. It was evening walk time. The park was full of people. People used to come near him, look at him and quietly move on. A couple also passed by. The couple saw that there were posters about the child in the park. The woman passed near the child. She looked at him carefully. She went ahead and stopped near the poster stuck on the tree. The poster had written in bold letters that this child is missing. Below it, the child's age, height, weight, facial color and name were written and also a photo. The woman read the poster carefully. She came to the child again. She also looked at him carefully and when she was sure that it was the same child, she shrugged her shoulders and moved on. She also did not try to contact the phone number written on the poster. The child sat on the bench for two hours but no one paid attention to him or called the number written on the poster. Did the park even become deserted?
By shahkar jalal2 months ago in Psyche
And she was murdered.
Your watch had begun when two pistol shots broke the silence of the cemetery in the air. While spending the night in the house under the three trees, the moons flew away after hearing the sound of the shots. The first shot pierced the girl's bulging chest and sank her heart into the mattress on which she had been shot for the last time that night, because now she had to get up after the pig was blown out. The second shot also went to the grave in the middle of the night. The victim's name was Nadia and she was of the same age as Shabab. The killer's name was Chaudhry Khuda Bakhsh, whose hair had the sheen of silver strands. Before Nadia's chest was pierced, there were traces of the khakiness of the paddy and the purity of the fox in her eyes, and after the shot, the veiled innocence was revealed on that familiar face, while the innocence of the victim's legs was radiant. Even after her breathing stopped, it was thought that she was still in a deep sleep. She would wake up and take the alarm and disrupt the system of the ears, but it was just the ears Nadia had returned to the village three months ago after completing a four-year degree in physics from a government university in Lyallpur. She had accepted that the time had come for her to get married because her father would never allow her to get a job. He had to give her permission because, after all, he was the village Chaudhary, who owned four acres of land, two hundred buffaloes, high-bred horses, a tractor, and four kanals of land. There was something about him that seemed like the story of a king. According to the Podhry's self-made belief, if he allowed his daughter to get a job, her community and the village would be ostracized. Nadia was a poor girl, so she did not discuss the job with her father.
By shahkar jalal2 months ago in Criminal
A Muslim
It is raining heavily. It is the cold season. The morning dew spreads its leaves with pleasure. Tabani Tawra has prayed the morning prayer but is still sitting on the bed. The rosary beads are on the fire. The little ones are still sleeping. Tabani Tawra woke up and after a while she prayed, then she burst into tears. She gathered the bed, woke the children up, took them to the mosque and went to the animal house herself. Chamani left the house and went to the animal house. Abby, what have you done? It will crack. Tabani said. God will tell me. I will give you alms. It is winter. The same night of the year has passed. It will be rainy. Chamani will be with you. Now, do you see us working? If you fall, we will be in another sorrow.
By shahkar jalal2 months ago in Humans
The Silence of Ranjha
Not a day goes by in the village, whether young or old, men or women, that the name of Gunga is not mentioned, and there is no one, young or old, who does not visit Gunga at least once a day. Gunga is famous throughout the entire region because she has a large and famous shop selling Peew Masto in the village market, and Peew Masto is a daily necessity for everyone.
By shahkar jalal2 months ago in Fiction
Suffering and Hunger: A Son’s Struggle for Survival During the Days of Curfew
It was the day of pilgrimage. Like every other morning, I woke up to the call of dawn prayer. I washed, prayed my Sunnah, and left home for the mosque. Our small village sits between Mardan and Charsadda, and the mosque stands right along the main road.
By shahkar jalal3 months ago in Humans
The Broken Promise: A Tale of Love, Class, and Silent Suffering
Aslam was leaving his uncle’s house today — apologizing to everyone as if he would never return. Even if his uncle had lived for a thousand years, Aslam no longer felt like spending another moment there. The silence of the previous day, the silence that came from Shinu, still echoed painfully in his mind.
By shahkar jalal3 months ago in Humans
“The Fall of a King: When Power Meets the Heart”
There was a time when Malik Samundar Khan was so powerful that no one dared to approach him without permission. In his household, he was the last word. No one ever questioned his authority — not even his own father. Malik Sahib was the respected chief of the village, the owner of a grand palace, and the father of five sons, each holding senior government positions.
By shahkar jalal3 months ago in Families
