Despite years of suffering, he remains resilient and hopeful. In the end, the speaker finds him in a graveyard, where he continues to whisper “freedom,” symbolizing the unyielding liberation of Yahya Sinvar even in his death.

Flutes turn silent, birdsong fills the air, Dawn's beauty fades to war's horrific glare. Laughs turn to screams as bombs rain from the sky, Muqaddas stands strong, but will peace ever fly? Land's worth in blood, a question in every sigh.

The story, titled "The Wings of an Angel," follows Aban and his ailing grandfather on a magical journey that explores the concept of virtues through the lens of faith and loss. The story highlights the power of faith, hope, and resilience in the face of hardship and leaves the reader with a sense of hope and inspiration.

Even though his buddies gained The triumph before his term Through unbelievable bypasses! He is concerned about The second barrier.

On that day, I was sleeping after a long spell of enjoyment outdoors, riding as a passenger on a KSRTC bus. Now, the time is 7 o'clock, and a man shook me awake. I woke up in astonishment upon hearing "Perinthalmanna."

The beauty of Independence besides Of the Injustice!!!

Manipur is a captivating destination, where nature's beauty flourishes in every direction.

They pleaded for the entire world. Precious sweat symbolized freedom. Unsophisticated life trailed The zealous year is here.

The Hira witnessed the peace Prophet shivered a lot  Asked Khadeeja to blanket He got out of fear The angel carried the peace

Fear-induced tears flow freely, leaving eyes bleeding and clinging to the water. Fears of swarming bears, swimming sharks, and frantic gunfire overwhelm the head, imploring the Almighty Lord to put a halt to the shooting.

Maali identifies the heinous, lethal, and merciless crimes committed against oppressed people by the ruling class, the police, and several institutions through peculiar knowledge that gives after-death visions.

The summer of 2015 was a particularly volatile period for corruption in football's governing body. Sepp Blatter was at the helm at that time, and Gianni Infantino was leading a good life as general secretary of European football’s leading organization, UEFA.

My encounter with that ugly, unshaven, smiling face did force my cheeks to form a smile. The words of Dr. Eva Ritzo, a co-author of “The Beauty Perception,” made much sense

Amina Beevi and Hajar weep  In the dunes of Makkah  Abraham’s shock on his son  Yusuf is still waiting his father

, “She can no longer do justice to her job,” would be the reason for her silence. Maybe, she is simply trying to do the right thing for her family, her party, and her country by resigning.

He received a BA from Cornell University of Arts and Sciences, an M.D. from Brown Medical School, and completed his ophthalmology residency at George Washington University.

The mother opposed uniting many, Until ground in her the true love And chose the best thereto They worked for their dignity  With a man of trust and honesty. It was Khadheeja(r.a),

A day travelling in the metro, The officials noticed me and my identity, Looked at me twice, They had a thorough security checking, Asked me

Oh dude, why you dilapidate me You are aggravated by unaccompanied words Deplorably, dark episodes piled on the agony It is time to sweep away filthy shades Let me spray my beacon

Hey fink!* Unveil the value of the bound (if you can) It’s resolute the honour Identify the women Encourage to rise Embolden the guts And Imports enough power To say “Allah Akbar”

There is no ‘Train to Pakistan’ But spiritual tides from Ajmer To the ‘Ministry of utmost happiness’ India’s ‘Discovery’ is cremated in Raj Ghat with Haridwar’s funeral procession

The tears tear to a hunch, The breaks break out to a refinement. My memory wakes up by a scrunch, Its shiver carries a retrenchment From the whole bloody black world. Hiding is

 The most beneficial and the most merciful, one of the most celebrated and esteemed qualities of Allah. Being merciful is very hard and difficult. But Allah, our creator, the indef

The little boy in a tattered shirt with pink-coloured buttons stuck on the front strip with numerous pores that paved the way for his tanned skin making its appearance turned to

Dear ones, I am coronavirus. A member of the well-known virus family. A citizen of nature just like you. I was living with the baby parasites in the large intestine of a wild boar

But nothing was over, it was a necessary last flight to home for the natural result of those years abroad, big names of diseases. Those were the medals of such fathers for their

Tombstones engrave their teeth and dying epithets Fruits of herbs bear the taste of soul in a pit Christ of the cross, Virgin Mary and cross-legged Buddha Are heading to an

Out of the suffocating crowd, When I am all alone at last. I put off everything I wore for the world, My clothes and my mask. I look at the mirror on my bathroom wall, I find

I searched for love in a book, Between the lines of the story. I hoped to find love that looked Like some enthralling eternal glory. I searched for love in the

Me and our daughter yesterday also Went to your favorite beach .... Memories with you Are irritating me a lot there.... It is a place to relax; Now I am changed there

Being a good parent is a precious gift that one can have in his / her life . If your goodness lead your child to right path, your badness will definitely lead them to wrong path.

My inner fear  That took away my dare  Yes it’s the faces  That wore the mask of love   I didn’t care the dark of night  I didn’t care the bark of light The faces untie

When I was staring at two kids fighting each other you passed me in a fraction of second but that second was enough for me to fall for you. I did not have even a clue that you

When you whine to these , This will be your last wilt Just act like a Wizard, It revitalize you from past... Otherwise they plunder you

The Father is honest with his sons, and he is the pillar of the family,all of whom depends on the essence of his work, waiting for his advice in domestic matters. the father

You were the one that belonged to another one We were meant to be, or so I thought Whenever we were together magic happened Sparks flying, always a rabbit out of a hat I feared