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DEATH by Hamna Yousuf,First Year

Tuesday, November 15, 2016 / BY Sania Tahir
"Why is grief so saddening? Why is pain so piercing? Why does the heart ache so much? Why is this torment and wretchedness turning me numb and rendering me senseless? It seems even the clouds want to cry to their fullest!! Thunder wants to deafen us with its shrieks. The sun wants to hide its light over this act of darkness. Yes its raining both inside and out but wait these rains are different.The rain...

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And I am Home - Javeria Iqtidar

Sunday, October 30, 2016 / BY Unknown
And I am Home Photography: Javeria Iqtidar Image Manipulation: Nabeel Ahmad Darling, This is us, colliding,  setting ourselves on fire.           This is you, becoming my first love, and then my first headache. This is us, needing each other, while knowing how toxic we are. This is you, smiling at me, and me, engulfed in your warmth. This is our love, suffocating us, while we watch, and watch, and watch. This is...

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Tiny Social Evils by Zara Gulrez, 4th Year

Wednesday, June 08, 2016 / BY Sania Tahir
     I want to do something for my country. This feeling came in me since I was a small child and I heard incidents of heroism by the martyrs of Pakistan in wars with India in 1965 and 1972. We hear news of politicians looting our country and terrorist attacks killing people. Then there was the heat stroke in 2015 and the earthquake in 2004. We have criticised the politicians for running away with the...

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Zabaletta Lovegood and the Time Turner that Survived

Saturday, June 04, 2016 / BY Sania Tahir
Chapter 1: Fate Or Design? Zabaletta Lovegood with her dusty hat, wire rimmed glasses and crooked nose was nothing special when you walk past her on the road. You wouldn't even glance twice back at her, provided she had taken a shower that day. As she made her way out of the Ministry Of Magic on the rather gloomy looking Thursday, the Londoners greeted her with their usual nonchalance. No heads turned towards the woman...

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The Flickering Humanity by Yasir Majeed, First Year

Tuesday, May 31, 2016 / BY KELS
When the darkness prevails around, I stumble, I fall to the ground  When the evil cuts me deep, I try to stand, even if it is steep, My Humans, they have gone astray,The peace, it has faded away, I hear them cry, I hear them scream,Alas! This hatred has crushed my dreams, When my flowers wither,When the pain runs deeper, My Humans, I rush to save you,But the darkness, you let it consume you! I...

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An open letter to every human heart that desires happiness - Nabeel Ahmad 1st Year

Wednesday, May 25, 2016 / BY Unknown
Do you ever lie awake in bed for countless hours? Your eyes piercing the ceiling, thinking what happiness is.No matter how hard you try or whatever you do happiness doesn’t seem to reach your doorstep. You might have money, fame, power or beauty but you wonder why you still can’t taste happiness. Oh dear brain, like the masses you forget.You forget that these things don’t guarantee happiness.The key to happiness isn’t wealth,fame, power or a...

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RUST AND STARDUST- Aqsa Abid, 3rd Year.

Sunday, May 22, 2016 / BY Romesa Qaiser Khan
His dreams, goals, desires and ambitions All dumped by some ruthless traditions And when he tied a knot on his hopes Fate crossed, burning his golden-ropes And then he wore a shroud of silence ...

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Fleeting Moments

Sunday, May 22, 2016 / BY Unknown
Aliza Mushtaq 1st year MBBS Three children, two being twins; a brother and a sister of age 9 ,and, another aged 5, a very innocent child with two side pony tails; each of them trying to be the unimpeachable hooligan, being firmly shaded into the delusion that she has a regular appointment. All three very far away from the awareness of the thinned and being thinned further fragile line of the fleeting moments; those little...

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