There is more joy in giving love than in receiving love.

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 In the neglect of poetry, the Indian poet Rabindranath has been complaining about the world poet Palmicki, who has done injustice to Urmira in his poetry. However, he also said that in rasasrishti it is impossible to give the heroine the same respect and equal rights. However, Urmila is mentioned in the Ramayana. But don't Ramchandra and Sita Devi have more female friends and servants that Adikabi doesn't even mention?

In the neglect of poetry, the Indian poet Rabindranath has been complaining about the world poet Palmicki, who has done injustice to Urmira in his poetry. However, he also said that in rasasrishti it is impossible to give the heroine the same respect and equal rights. However, Urmila is mentioned in the Ramayana. But don't Ramchandra and Sita Devi have more female friends and servants that Adikabi doesn't even mention?

In their lives, happiness, sadness, holidays, addiction, separation, pain, Milnananda is everything. Still, Adikabi didn't even mention their names. He didn't create some pure fictional characters in it, as in pure fairy tales. He wrote it down in history, albeit dipped in a bowl of juice, in the batik process. Hall or. So what is the end of those Abhagadras who are not planted alive? I don't know what he would say if he complained to Adikbi.

Chandravaidya cuts nails and hair for Sri Ramchandra, Shuklavaidya used to kiss the dukul-kachuli of Tanaya's mother and father-in-law. Like Urmira, if Niden had named them, they would be immortal today, but how would he answer? Why go so far. If one asks the poet Sri Rabindranath, after creating two extremely unheard of characters like Binoy and Lalita, why are Bengalese virtuous characters so rare that he hides them in In the middle of the road? I am neither Palmickey nor Rabindranath. Not even the chief writer of my village. Shukurulla and Pagla Madhai of my village, all Bhatali works, my work sweats in front of them.

30 years of trying, I can't fill the void of the forgotten Bhatali of Madhai. Madhai I studied in the same class in the same school. Madhai Fee will kill for a year and I will soon. So, in particular, I've made up my mind that I'm going to dig out of life and bring to life the people I reluctantly despise in my creations. That is, I would be half dead. Because, I'm not a strong writer. To this day, my character is still alive. Therefore, they will also become manna instead of manna. But I will get rid of it from my birth sin.

While in Kabul, I had no interest in the British Legion. People who have read it at home and abroad can probably remember it. However, I have a very friendly relationship with one of the Corps' key employees. He was a noble resident of Peshawar. Send very khas. None of the fourteen were married out of town. Elder of Peshawar Police Inspector Ahmed Ali. His name is Sheikh Mabubu Ali. He was the Eastern Secretary of the British Legion. I have never seen such a clever, cautious diplomat roaming the seven seas of Ashtakurachar.

My belief is to send nature. That's not a lie. But it is hard to find such a talented pathan in this world who is the chief of these simple pathans like fakir of Ilai, fakir of Ipi in English. Sheikh Mahbur Ali once said, 'Pathans are either gharal or gharel. There is nothing in between. Gnomes and giants, without names. He cared deeply about Professor Bagdan and Benwar. Baghdanaf died. There is Benwa, may the creator give him a hundred years, only by asking him can you know the truth of Mabu Ali's wisdom. Mahbub Ali is well aware of my ahi-nakul ties with British officials. On the other hand, although he served the British, he hated them with all his heart, not hatred.

Of course, this is my guess.

Like Mahbub Ali, Jharu Chanakya will express it in words or deeds, and this kind of thinking is also a big sin like eating a pig. That's the main reason why he loves me so much. Also, I am a friend of Ahmed Ali. Last but not least, the title made me laugh.

In this case, you will do discreet work with the help of Patan without remembering God. But I'm going to say this, I don't remember him. He was the one who accepted me into his heart.

Talk about rubbing salt on my wounds - d'oh! I did not sit down to write his biography today. I sat down and wrote about his wife's maid. Excited readers won't bother to read the rest of me, I know; but I know better than that, I'm allowed to play face-to-face at a meeting of the Gunigans, well-wishers with sixteen to fourteen. Their ungrateful hearts know how to give everyone a seat. A few days after Mahbub Ali fell in love with me, my servant and friend Abdur R​​​hman told me the gist of the story: Mahbub Ali's family and another family had decided to end their hatred so that the two families could marry.

Mahbub Ali is the eldest son of the family. So he had to marry the eldest daughter of another family. The newlyweds happily walked towards Gellar. Before saying there was no kava, suddenly a distant cousin of Mabu Ali killed his brother-in-law, one of his in-laws. So, Mahabu Ali's wife left her husband's house and returned to her ancestral home according to her father's instructions. According to Abdur Rahman's story, this happened ten years ago. In fact, Mahabu Ali has been ungrateful to this day.

The current situation has changed. He is about to get married from Hindustan and bring another BB. His indirect discussion of Suhrid is inconsistent. But once Abdur Rahman started talking, it was impossible to stop him. In the end, I got pissed and said, what do you have to say? I or know what will happen? Didn't he tell me everything? Abdur Rahman said, why didn't he say - how would I know? (I heard about Mahbub Ali later, sadly, he didn't tell his friends) But you should know this.

The discussion ends here. However, when I wrapped the blanket around me at night, Abdul Rahman said, 'Sheikh Mabubu Ali Khan is very good. Abdur Rahman did not follow in Rabindranath's footsteps in issuing the certificate. It's better to keep saying that. Whenever I have time, I go to the last Mahbub Ali's house. His home was in a remote Legion province, so he could get there without being overshadowed by the British. If he was in the office, his childhood friend and servant Gavre Khan would go to inform him. I would sit in the living room and make a fire and give the chef details on what I wanted to eat.

When Sheikh Gafoor came back, he would sit at my feet and tell stories, mixing tattered Urdu, Western Punjabi and Pashto. There is no caste division among the Pathans. Although Sheikh Gafur and Mahbub Ali Khan were lords and servants, their relationship was friendly. So Gafoor thought it was his duty to speak to me. I'm a "gentleman"; she must have been surprised to hear him tell her he was "treating her." Needless to say, Abdur Rahman and Gafur have a deep friendship. Usually Mahbub Ali used to play in the living room. Mahbub Ali's "Family Papers" by Abdur R​​​hman. Near the doorknob, I saw an electric bell, a calling bell.

Imagine you are transported to Earl's karma-driven world. What needs to close the forest with a latch? Dilum batam pressed, and immediately shouted, 'Bhai Gafur. Almost immediately, the door opened. I thought I'd see Gafur Mohad Khan with short cheeks and a beard. Let's go, let's go, let's go. Sweat up to half your head with the veil. Shyama and she are very sweet brown. In Kabul, Peshawar, people are pale, or reddish-brown. The girl's color is the color of Shyam and belongs to the masked Bengali girl. What is the comparison? It takes time to say.

But on the first day, I saw him in a flash. Before I could see him clearly, he let me in. Then I noticed that among the half-lamas, Bidhata accumulated the beauty of Lady Garugamini, and did not spare her frail body. Tatwinkie; I'd rather say he's a bit exaggerated like the painters of Ajanta. But whether it's fifteen or sixteen. However, Bidhata sees people's paintings to enhance the beauty of his creations! Make him gay. I didn't look so carefully at the time, I thought. I did it. I went to the fire and sat down.

After a while, Mahbub Ali came. Sitting next to him, he cried: 'Mum, Nimani, standing behind the rope, the two of them started talking lamely. I can't read a single letter. Mahbub Ali told me, ‘Maeta is still cooking, but my Bibi can’t do without the handmade Mani breakfast. Marnie says she already knows what you like to eat and is preparing it. very good. She is a big girl. Who doesn't like it, their bread may be poisoned. ' Basalum and Harlum play chess as usual. Halfway through the game, Marnie came and arranged breakfast at another table. It takes time, but it's fine. The color of the omelet is yellow. Brown here, yellow there, not white there. The triangular paratha also makes it look like a tisker with a fixed square. The folds inside are not raw anywhere.

After eating I said, 'Sit for half an hour. Let's see how it turns out. Mani stood. He looked at Mahbub Ali's face. He translated it into Pashto. Mani said something like 'Yaah' and left. If I saw the future, I wouldn't make that vulgar joke At the same time, Mahbub Ali came to my house once, so I went to his house on Groom Day fifteen days later. This time, the door opened as soon as the press outside. Mani saw me, Don't hesitate to start chirping in Pashto. Don't want to stop at anything. As soon as I have a little chance, I say, "Pashto", then I raise my left hand and try to get the Show it," Dodnong. That means I don't understand Pashto. "

But who or what is listening! If I were a Bharatnatyam retailer. I saw a gem deal at Paikiri Lat. Holding an invisible broom in his right hand, he took out a coin and gave a fair amount of brooms in the sky, explaining that it was okay. But with money alone, he couldn't speak. In this case, instead of creating language, people would dance and teach each other the techniques of making atomic bombs by showing jumps and coins by showing them. Meanwhile, Gafur came, sat on the rug at my feet, and told me that Mahbub Ali had entered the city and that it would be too late to come back. However, he kept saying that I should be detained.

Mani had gone to the kitchen by then. Gafur began to slaughter the vizier-nazir in front of me, like a story told to his master. The real thing, he said, was 'What do you think of Mani? Allah knows that, for Mullah Ali, I am not a slope. I have nothing against honestly discussing maids. I am reluctant to share the same humor with my servant Abdur Rahman and the many 'educated' 'kandan' lakes. But here it's not that simple.

So, I said with some displeasure: 'What have I to worry about? Hearing my answer, Garvre was stunned. After a while he said calmly: "What are you talking about! You are a friend of Sheikh Mabub Ali. He loves you more than his Ishtakutum, the Patan of the Geshti family- Pakhtum. And the way you speak, it seems that you have any sympathy for his family. If it comes to Mani's marriage today, can Mahbub Ali stay with you without consulting him?

I paid, are you here? "I immediately said to myself, 'Thudi, I was wrong, I shouldn't have been so curious. Cats will kill on their first night of marriage' and that was the best way to end the night! Gaforma Do not hesitate to say, 'Gandaya gandaay. Sube Peshwar-Kohat, Banna Dera-Ismail Khan, Istek to Jammu-Jalandhar. Chapradhi-Daftari, the clerk wants to marry Khajanji Mani. I know there is no caste discrimination within Pathans. Theoretically known, now let's see how deadly it is. Khwaja Mel's Lake also wants to marry the maid Mani.

In the meantime, Mani came to the house two or three times, fired a shot, and looked at Garvre. He understands without knowing the language, and is talked about. When I saw it wasn't a dynamic facility, I said, "Stay. Mani made me an unknown specialty kebab. Heavyweight. It looked blunt, but it fell off without lifting it by hand. On the ground. I already said yes; seeing that nothing reached her face, Mani giggled. Mahbub Ali came in through the inner door, covering his face with a veil. "I have a lot of trouble with Mani. ," he said. I said, 'Manage the instalments. Neck up, double installation of the neck.

Mahbub Ali said, 'Me and Mani are in great danger. I said, yes, I'm in danger too. From now on, after Dershi, everyone has to take to the streets, Abdur R​​​hman said. The tailor shop is overcrowded. No matter what, the game is over.

I lost as usual. As I said before, Mahbub Ali Chanakyasya Chanakya. So it also knows when Safsufa has to talk openly. Said: 'Send all the money to Mani. Mani, on the other hand, says she doesn't want to marry anyone.

Why?

My BB said he was-

I was angry and said, bus, bus.

Mahbub Ali is ready for my Usma.

Dukhana took my hand and said, "Man, I know this is impossible. You are the son of the Saeed family. If you send it, you will not get married. However, according to the Quran and Hadith, any Muslim is Can marry any muslim. That's right. But there is also the custom of rakhacha. They have to obey. Today, if you marry my sister-in-law or sister-in-law and come back, I have no worries. But anyway, she and Your marriage is almost impossible. He grew up watching it. Any boy will marry any girl. Tell me, how did he know it only exists within the messenger?

Other systems in the outside world, tell me how to understand? I'm even more annoyed! What a T-Pot Storm! Tilke Tal! Who the hell does your housewife want to marry, what about me? Mahbub said in a calm voice, yes, what's inside? Abdur Rahman's suggestion came to mind. I said, no, no, you don't think I'm so heartless. But think about it, where am I tangled, where am I unsolved, and how should I come up with ideas? Measles epidemic in Kabul. Jhara had to stay indoors for ten days. After recovery, I heard that Mahbub Ali is more independent than me.

I thought I wouldn't be doing O-para for a while. Still have to go. This time, as soon as Mani opened the door, I stood in front of Beastmaster F. The virgin Parvati was not aware of the libel of the lascivious wife, I was in the opposite situation. The result is the same. I noticed that Mani looked very angry. Shudhalum said in Persian, 'I have a cold. or? ' He smiled and walked into the house. Mehboob Ellen leans on the stick. The coldness of the cold country makes people half-dead on the way out. Especially those dealing with fat. I know this will happen, although I hope it won't. Of course, I say surprised because of Mani's excitement, something else happened.

He said, 'This is what my son Chaprassi Mahmood knows, what can I say about being a hooligan or an idiot. He is the one who caused this incident. When you're not here for seven days, Mahmoud Money got a good Arabic novel "Chanel". Send Rasker to make up the story. He said to Mani: “King Anurahan summoned Saisayeb and said it was very inappropriate to walk around like a dwarf without getting married. Laknanda is, especially when you are a teacher’s time. Then Syed Saheb took Saheb's hand and took him to his daughter's school. He made the girl stand there and ordered her to choose. What else did Syed Saheb do? Shahanabadsha Medal. If not, neck and girl or what is Less khapsurata!

Sesaib is busy getting married. So where are the chances of him coming here? Akbarai is a lyric-free flash in my life! Mahbub Ali said, 'Mani yelled at him and started crying. Then he picked up the bed and knocked on the door of this living room. Continuous razor fast. I don't even eat at night. 'why not? Mani occasionally goes to town with my BB. The girl fell on her way to school. Look, the girl's face is as pale as ice. Tabatab's red cheeks were like Vedic, and his eyebrows were like bows - I said, "Stay. You don't have to write poetry anymore.

But I love brown - this time, Mahbub Ali has a sweet smile on his face. Nakra-gala Abdere-Abdere tone: "Then call Mani and tell her the good news, don't you think Mani is prettier than Kabli girl? I was mad at him. I shouted, and said, Say, tell the world. What is my objection? When Mani thinks my marriage is over, your big problem is solved. Mahbub Ali laughed, the smile was sweeter. My body was on fire. Amiya Chania said, 'That's your fault. If so, why did the laughing gem wake up when he saw you? Did you hear what he said when he was shouting? No, you don't have to. He said he didn't have any mehdi stain, isn't he married?"

I was silent. Finally, I whispered in a groaning voice: "Will marriage never happen without the stain of Mehndi? Mahbub Ali said, 'Go and explain to Mani. How many times have I told you, send girls, send rules To sis. He breathes the world. Doesn't even keep news of the world. I just said, 'I saw you last time and I was worried about this. How did it get cut all of a sudden? It's getting more and more complicated in my opinion.' He said: 'Patan girls are usually married on the orders of their fathers and uncles. But if a girl suddenly falls in love with someone, then it's better not to touch the fire. I don't understand the importance of this. So I've been Looking for a solution. Now I'm sitting in despair and fear. What more can I say! Back home, I'm very worried. Problem solved, kid Sakao attacked Kabul.

I live in the city center, a mile and a half from the British Legion. Here comes the baby. Since then, the police station has been established in the city center. Legion and city are completely isolated. There is no problem going there. A few days later, the child moved away.

Then British planes came and started bringing foreign girls to Peshawar. Hearing this, I rushed to find a seat for the wife of my friend Maulana Ziauddin. This time, the door didn't open as soon as Mahabu Ali's phone rang. Then process. The door slammed open. After a while, Mahbub Ali came. The face is poisoned. Without any introduction, he said: "Kabul is not a safe place, all the girls in the regiment were sent to Peshawar."

My wife is gone. Mani also left. I wanted to say, 'It's good, but I can't say it. Then he said, I'll tell you what to expect, but I'll tell you. In the days when the city was cut off from the Legion, there were many rumors that a looting had begun in Kabul, or that all the foreigners had been killed. Mani ran from A-chaprasi to O-chaprasi to A-ardali to O-ardali. Show up to be greedy and bring you good news. I was silent. "Then when he found out he had to go to Peshawar with my wife too, it was a disaster.

He will never return to this country. He had to be put on the plane with some force. "I didn't say anything. One day, after a hard day's work in Kabul, I got word that Ziodin and I had a place on the plane. Mahbub Ali came to tell me a good trip the night before. As I was leaving, he I was given a normal envelope and told me to go to my father-in-law's house in Peshawar to inform Mani. When Mani arrived, she would say she had the envelope in her hand - it was in the hands of Mabu Ali's wife. I said, ' I can't call it Pashto. He wrote a few words in Urdu and read it to me three times. I sat on the plane the next day and thought a lot. Please don't ask me what I thought.

Upon reaching Peshwa, Gelum Mahbub Ali's father-in-law's house. Entering the living room, I saw two old elders sitting on the local lake. I relayed the good news from Mahbub Ali and asked them to give Mani some news. All the adults were slightly startled, then calmed down and said: 'I'm here to report. Why are they shocked? But the girl at home doesn't come to the living room? Then Mahbub Ali should do it. Mani L. was stunned when he saw me. There was no word of mouth. Look at the elders. Then they turned their heads to the other side. Mani whispered, "Peace?" "The word is Persian! Maybe even in the back! Means "good"?

I shook my head and said yes.

Then I went to him and gave him the envelope and told him in Pashto that it was for Mabubu Ali's wife. Mani's face was filled with happiness. I can understand what he's saying without knowing the language, he's saying, 'So have you learned Pashto? I nodded sadly and said no. Marnie walked in. I just got up when the servant came and asked me to eat something. It is a great shame to go to Patan's house without eating. Mani put the meal on the table and stood behind the door. Not a word was said. When I left the house, I turned back to say hello to Mani. Perrum has nowhere to go. As soon as he went up the stairs and sat down facing the opposite direction, he noticed the balcony on the two floors. I saw Mani standing there with no veil on his head. Eyes dripping silently, a long stream