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Latest novel Museum of Wonder

Latest novel Museum of Wonder ajooba took two steps back, raised his head and proudly saw a large board on the forehead of his magnificent mansion. Glancing at his eyes, he thought, “Now, if those things are found quickly, his museum will be complete.” And its museum will be the highest, the strangest, truly the strangest museum in the world. To achieve this, he first advertised on TV, in newspapers, magazines, radio, the Internet, everywhere, but to no avail. He contacted all the advertising agencies in the world, but to no avail. It did not happen. Then he sent many of his agents to different countries of the world. These agents hired thousands of employees to find this thing, but it was a failure. He had spent his vast wealth in search of this strange thing. Not only this, with the help of his hard work he has been able to make the most of his time. There was also a modest bank balance. When Ajooba sought help from the government of his country to find this thing, like the people, the ruler of the time laughed too. His madness was saying . ‘That thing will be found, it will be found, it will be found for sure. He will buy this thing. Just like he buys old goods, newspaper waste, and broken, broken iron, plastic goods in the streets. That thing will be found somewhere, sometimes it will be found. Also read Latest novel

Ajooba belonged to a landed family. His father was the only child of his grandfather and he was the only son of his father. He had immense family wealth. But from an early age he was fascinated with collecting rare and old things, such as thousands of years old coins, old human bones, pottery, antique tools, antique women’s jewelry, clothes, old books, postage stamps. He had spent his fortune acquiring items such as tickets, veterans’ uniforms and statues, and turned much of his backyard into a museum.

Disappointed by his madness, his wife moved to Mecca with her two sons and took up a job raising children. His real name was forgotten, everyone started calling him weird.

He had been wandering for years in search of the last thing he thought was necessary for his museum. In twenty years he has traveled to many cities. Going to every street in every city he wanted to buy this thing but

He hadn’t been to his home for years, he didn’t even know what his museum was up to these days, he had left the museum in the hands of a few employees while walking. His hair had turned white. Yes, the vision was getting weak. But his obsession was not letting him get tired. Strengthened him and he would forget all the frustrations, fatigue and confusion and stand up with new courage, new determination   The search would continue.

If he shouted for this thing in the streets, all the people present there would be amazed, and wondering what is this thing, what is this call? They would ask each other   “What is this thing, brother?” ? ‘

Some elders who had ever heard the name of this thing used to laugh and say “Now where will you find this thing, this person has gone mad.”

Today again he was walking in the streets of a new city. A ray of hope was shining in his eyes. The city seemed old-fashioned and traditional. It seemed that the city was not as old as it used to be. Here too people were looking at him with strange eyes He shouted and entered an old looking neighborhood. He was returning after making a noise in a narrow alley when   a dilapidated door slammed open   he looked back. The door was closed from place to place. There was mud and dirt nearby. A girl’s voice was heard from outside the door.

He quickly reached near the door. Ajooba’s heart was beating fast   his heart was saying, today your wish will surely be fulfilled.

 

“Yes, I’m talking to you. Do you really want to buy these things? They have no value, no identity.” The girl was in a state of conflict.

“Gee, I will definitely buy it. I will pay whatever you ask.” The head was covered, would he have these things?

“These things are lying in my grandfather’s old box .” I’ll bring it. “She turned quickly, stumbled upon a brick, and staggered inside.

When she returned, she had a small old wooden box in her hand. She placed the box down next to the marvel. Neighbors peeked through the doors and windows.

The girl opened the box   then she suddenly closed it. And as if in a full voice.

“Brother, tell me first, what will you do to them?”

Ajoob realized that the girl was very worried about these things. He was afraid that he would refuse to give. Ajube told the whole story and said.

“Don’t worry my daughter   all these things will become the glory of my museum with great care and protection.”

On hearing this, she began to weep uncontrollably. She used to cry and say   The ones you valued more than your wealth, fame, health and life and protected them all your life, you would never sell them   but grandpa   ” She put it on her face and started crying. Ajooba was anxious to console the girl or take possession of everything as soon as possible.

Little did he realize, however, that a few minutes earlier his ailing grandfather had staggered and shouted at the door, and now leaning against the wall, trying to control his uncontrollable, trembling heart. Were Suddenly the girl’s eyes fell on Grandpa   she got up in a daze and moved forward to handle Grandpa   but Grandpa fell so late. One of his legs was in the groove and one hand was resting on the ground. Grandpa was hiccupping very fast. ۔ Ajuba and the neighbors were spectators. After wandering around the city for almost twenty years, when Ajuba reached his museum with his most important thing

He saw eight or ten bulldozers tearing down his house, the last walls were being torn down. had been.

The people of Ajuba’s neighborhood could no longer recognize him. He had changed so much in those twenty years that it was difficult to recognize him. He was not only old, he was also in a bad condition   People were ignoring him as a beggar.

Neighbors told him that his wife and son had returned home. He had not received any good news for so many years, so he was considered departed from the world. Not interested, so they decided to build a five star hotel instead of a museum.

Hearing this, amazement’s dim eyes became dark. He sat down on the ground. His head began to spin rapidly. Suddenly there was a slight pain in his heart, and then there was a sharp pain. You want to stop the pain of endurance with the things in the bag   but where was the living heart going to get rid of these lifeless things. Died

Municipal officials found Ajuba’s body unclaimed and took it away for their “use”. And the bag of wonders, which contained his most precious things, stumbled upon the people and reached the pile of rubbish, in which the decay had taken place

 

Best novel faiz and loneliness

Best novel faiz and loneliness when the snare of poetry enters its siege and the wave of sarsari carries it wave by wave, when does the heart want to get out of this condition. Breaking this magical silence with a conversation is like scattering flower petals instead of enjoying the beauty and fragrance. Speaking or writing on Faiz’s poetry is like scattering petals.

Then why am I writing on Faiz? Perhaps I would like to come out of this trap and see the grace that was an extraordinary human being in his own right, who was a true intellectual both intellectually and practically, who maintained human dignity even in the worst of circumstances and the same of knowledge and wisdom. Stay on the level where only the truth is written. Faiz did not apologize for his pen and written words. Not from anyone, not from the elders, not from the contemporaries, not from the readers.

This wisdom is expressed in poetry, and with the condition of a true poet, it also creates some dimensions from the light of thought, where poetry becomes inspiration. Such poetry is free from the bondage of language and place. We are talking about the spirit of the age. novel in urdu says this soul is not present in modern poetry, then it remains nothing but lifeless words. It neither awakens the mood nor shakes the mind, nor does it evoke the invisible atmosphere that requires a great deal of art to feel. How poetry enters an invisible atmosphere is difficult to grasp. Just read Faiz’s poem and enter this siege.

 

From the heart will be the dead thing again, O heart, O heart

This is the beloved of loneliness

This is a guest for an hour, will go

When will this cure your love?

The savage shadows will rise in anger

It will go away, the rest of the shadows will be left

All night long your blood will be bad

War is over, no game, O heart

Enemies of life are all, all killers

This hard night too, this shadow too, loneliness too

There is no similarity between pain and war, O heart

Bring on the flames

Where is the flame of rage?

Where is that burning flower?

There is heat, there is movement, there is energy

There are two salient features of Faiz’s poetry. Resistance against imperialism and the system of exploitation. The love that is from the living lover. Romance is involved in both. In this way, the two sides are not divided into cells, but are connected to each other in most of the poems. So their resistance also seems very natural. Then they have their own dictionary which is the same in all kinds of emotions. Whether it is the bitterness of the situation or the sweetness of love, poetry and aesthetics are present in his poetry, but a very beautiful combination of the two can be felt.

 

In many such poems, he also addresses his beloved. His poetry transcends the scales of internal and external, and his belief in everything he writes involves his inner truth and sincerity. Thus, his poetry does not become a spot statement or slogan. For example

This stain is lightened, this night is enchanted

That was the wait, not the magic

This is not the magic you desire

Gone are the days that will be found somewhere

In the desert of the sky, the final destination of the stars

We became strangers after so many orbits

Then after many meetings they will become acquainted

In the poetry of Faiz, the depth from which the external sorrows emerge from the inner world, is the effect of the magic that awakens the poetry.

 

Faiz, who read in a very simple way, had a profound effect on the listeners. Faiz’s poetry is as influential in secret as it is in listening. Where did the intensity required for influence come from in Faiz’s poetry and how did it come continuously? An in-depth study of both Faiz’s poetry and prose is necessary to understand this mystery. Will the blessings still be fully revealed? Although much has been written about them. He has also written about those who have spent night and day with him and also those who have only seen, heard or read him.

 

Some things are written equally by everyone. Faiz spoke very little. He seemed satisfied in every situation. A faint smile was always on his face. No turmoil, no anxiety seemed to emanate from their caste. Faiz who was a poet, Faiz who was an intellectual. If his identity is revealed, then there is not only one dimension in his writing and poetry. If there is only one aspect, it is journalism. A major aspect of poetry is the poet’s own existence.

 

The canvas that emerges on the canvas, like a three-dimensional picture, is the poet’s own inner self. Faiz’s poetry is great poetry because in it all the colors are emerging on the canvas of his existence which simultaneously affects the heart and mind and also awakens the mood. Whether it is of happiness, of sorrow, of optimism, of despair, it keeps its reader under siege. In this siege of condition, the poet is completely alone when he suffers and writes. If I am confused about my point, then read Faiz’s poem “Loneliness”.

 

Loneliness

Then someone came to heart! No no

Tere will be a way, it will go somewhere else

Dark night, the dust of the towers began to disperse

Dream lamps began to stagger in the halls

Every passerby up to the sleeping path

Stranger footprints obscured by alien dust

Blow up the candles, increase the wine and the enamel

Lock up your sleepless doors

Now no one is here, no one will come

 

This article is not on this poem “Loneliness”, nor do I consider Faiz to be a loser. I consider Faiz to be the great poet who has incorporated every experience he has into poetry in such a way that it affects every sensitive individual and thus becomes a part of the collective consciousness. The sufferers and the sufferers live in the same society. Those who write under the pressure of circumstances write both of them. They also challenge the tyrannical forces that are spreading darkness.

 

We also invite the oppressed and the oppressed who are ready to accept this darkness. But how many people come forward to support the writer? Think, count. It is a matter of mixing voices in the sound of slogans, sitting in a ceremony and praising, but in the lonely corner in which that poet, that intellectual is writing sorrows scattered around him, who is there?

 

Except for his loneliness. Faiz has endured this loneliness all his life, whether in the form of a prison in his youth, in the form of exile in his last years or in the form of the silence of his compatriots while living in his homeland. Even if they talk to whom? Those who could only shout slogans, utter eulogies and then turn to those who support the forces of oppression. Faiz was a very sensitive poet. He wrote:

 

Others did not leave any navigator

 

No less reprehensible than your own Faiz had made his loneliness his strength. He kept himself locked in it all his life but he was not unhappy about it. He had this understanding which he wrote in his letter. “Sorrow and unhappiness are two different things. It is quite possible for a person to endure sorrow and be happy.” He lives because his pain is not cured by dying but by living. That is why he has been given the look that he can see beyond his own caste and beyond his promise. With this, every suffering is being borne.

Both were sad in the hope of enjoyment

You and your party, me and my loneliness

See Faiz’s thoughts in one of his letters:

 

“Before we went to prison, we thought captivity was a brave and lofty thing. Now it turns out that there is no article of courage or high morale in it. There is only pain and indescribable pain and the right feeling of this pain, I got from a captured bird of prey which we have been taking care of for some days. This is a small thank you that arrived at our bathroom a few days ago and was grabbed by our servant prisoner; that evening he somehow got out of the basket and flew to a tree in our yard.

 

His rope became entangled in the branches; his leg was broken in several places. Now he can neither fight nor hunt; one day his voice, which used to kill birds, sparrows and hawks, now they gather around him and laugh at him with one voice. And what are the voices? We see that the proud, shining eyes of sugar are blurred with pain at this humiliation. Birds can’t cry, but it fills the heart to see the helplessness of this helplessness; it will probably die in two or four days. ۔ It is only man’s destiny to live with his pain and his wounded heart because the cure for his pain is not death but life. That is why the faith and the vision that can be seen beyond its essence and beyond its covenant has been given In these words of Faiz, one can recognize the intellectual who looks beyond his age, whose sensitive existence is dissatisfied with his age. He wants change and is committed to paving the way for a better future. When his thoughts are expressed, he becomes a threat to the reactionaries. There are conspiracies against it and the common backward minds become allies of the reactionaries.

 

In such a case the intellectual becomes lonely with his truth. Being alone does not mean that he is alone. This loneliness can be in the company of a few people and even in a crowded place. The situation of Faiz Sahib’s personal loneliness has been described in great detail by Major Muhammad Ishaq, who spent months and years of captivity with him under the title “Rudad-e-Qafs”.

 

Faiz Sahib was imprisoned on March 9, 1951 and released in April 1955. Thus the days of their captivity become a little over four years. During this period he spent the first three months in Sargodha and Lyallpur jails and then till July 53 in Hyderabad (Sindh) jail with the rest of the prisoners in the Rawalpindi conspiracy case. In July 1953, we were all divided into small groups and sent to Lahore, Montgomery, Machh (Balochistan) and Hyderabad jails. For Faiz Sahib, Montgomery Central Jail was chosen along with my Captain Khuzrahiat, but since he had gone to Karachi for treatment, he went to Montgomery in 1953.

 

Staying together from here. I was arrested in May 1951, about three months after Faiz’s arrest. That is why God’s people kept hearing whispers. During this time, Faiz Sahib was not allowed to meet his close friends. Nor could he write to anyone. There were all sorts of rumors about him and weird weird tales about how he was treated in prison. When I first met him in Hyderabad Jail, I was satisfied. The same smiling forehead, the same shining eyes, the same Gautami smile whose light was spreading everywhere, and then that world-conquering love, which Listen and feel this experience from Faiz too:

 

Everyone in Bazm was happy with the milk of Sarbzam

Enlightenment burned us in vain

Feeling we have ‘Run out of gas’ emotionally

The mosque did not keep us confused

Knowing all, seeing all, understanding all, suffering and not compromising is the identity of an intellectual. The sorrow of awareness is the destiny of those who continue to enjoy grace and keep writing.

What was it like to change clothes?

Faiz never gave a respite

 

If Faiz did not change his clothes, then the chalk of an entire era was reflected in his poetry. This covenant is not limited to the geographical boundaries of any one region, it is not limited to borders, languages ​​and nationalities. It is the pledge of a creator who shares the thoughts of his contemporaries. Who feels their pain in every corner of the globe where people live.

 

Appreciates their good deeds, is depressed over their bad deeds. Beirut, Palestine, Iran, Chile, Russia, Faiz has loved the people of every country, befriended their poets and writers. Read his writings and join his caravan to fulfill his promise. It was this companionship that made modern thought a part of his speech. He writes:

In the company of rich people of speech, many new passages of expression, many new forms of lyrical speech kept appearing in the mind which kept provoking them to turn into poetry. For example, an attribution poem that was written from time to time for several months, some of it was closed in Moscow, some in Sochi, some in London and some in Karachi. This poem actually came to mind from the company of Pablo Roda and was written in his memory. “Rang hai dil ka mare”, “Ahastha” and one or two poems are a reflection of Nazim Hikmat.

Faiz himself has said what he had to say about himself. With great ease, he expressed such universal feelings that his poetry did not need to be interpreted. Read, feel and enter the siege where loneliness feels good

Latest abstract urdu novel

Latest abstract urdu novel is an important genre of literature and the basis of a research paper or research article. If there is no summary at the beginning of the research article, then it does not fall in the category of research article. The summary differs from the commentary.

The summary is a brief or detailed description of the scope of the article or document and the text of the text. The reader decides after reading the summary whether he should read the original document or article now or not. Of course, there is a reason to provide information in a quick and short time. visit here http://novelkitab4u.com/

 

In the opinion of Atash Durrani, “summarizing a text in such a way that the impression of the text is maintained and no matter what is seen, is called abstract writing”. In contrast, the book’s content and style are key in the commentary, and the positive and negative aspects of the material are briefly described. Commentary is a means of providing the reader with basic information about the book, on the basis of which the reader is able to form an opinion about the document or the book.

Western author Jennifer Raulli, in her book, Abstracting and Indexing, defines summaries as “summarizing the text of a summary document in such a way that it is known as the original document.” This is called a summary of the original article or draft, that is, an extract or summary of any document (article or dissertation).

 

In Jamia-ul-Laghat, the meanings of abstract are summarized, the best part of something, essence, essence, result, achievement. There are two types of abstracts, one “informative” and the other “descriptive”. An informative summary provides the reader with basic information about the source, while reading a statement or explanatory summary the reader concludes that the source is useful to him and reading the article or book will be useful to him.

When and how did abstraction begin? Nothing can be said with certainty about it. It is believed that it was customary to write briefly about the book on clay tablets, and then on the cover of pen books made on paper. This was the beginning of abstraction. Over time, that is how the art got better and better.

As scholarly material began to emerge with lightning speed in the early nineteenth century, this flood of publishing material created difficulties for researchers and writers on how to be aware of published material on their desired topics. Research and planning were done to control this flood of publications, so the practice of abstraction became common, considering bibliography, indexes as well as abstract writing as a means to achieve these goals. It is said that the first abstract was published in 1803, entitled Diensts Chemischer Information. In Urdu literature, abstraction, commentary and preface are seen together. Expressing one’s opinion on works in such a way that the author requests from an expert before publishing his work, then this process falls under the category of preface or preface. This kind of expression does not criticize the book, but it does suggest a way to improve the book.

 

The abstract is self-written by the author, so it summarizes what is in it, anyone can comment after the publication of the book, it can be binary and critical. There is no source for summaries in Urdu literature. However, some authors have expressed their views on books in a unique way. We can include them in the category of summaries.

The summary can be summarized as follows:

 

The abstract saves the reader time

 

The abstract provides an overview of the published material.

 

An abstract is a means of summarizing a long article and a large research paper.

Best novel by Agha Shorash Kashmiri

Best novel by Agha Shorash Kashmiri

Best novel by Agha Shorash Kashmiri  he was a famous poet, journalist, politician and orator of Pakistan. Agha Shorash Kashmiri was born on August 14, 1917 in Lahore. His real name was Abdul Karim, but Agha Shorash became known as Kashmiri. Agha Shorash Kashmiri was a collection of personality traits. He was a master of journalism, poetry, rhetoric and politics. Agha Shorash was born into a middle class family and barely matriculated. Your political-scientific-literary training begins when the newspaper “Zamindar” comes to your house and the movement of Shaheed Ganj Mosque was halfway through. Abdul Kareem was already full of enthusiasm, he was a proponent of rebellion and freedom, he was a swordsman, he used the pseudonym Ulfat and had started a revolt in time Ali Khan was. The movement was Shaheed Ganj and the spirit of insurgency was the jinn of doing something. Maulana Zafar Ali Khan’s politics, journalism, rhetoric and love of Khatam-un-Nabi Agha became embedded in the mood of rebellion, mixed with blood.Visit best urdu novel

 

Insurgency is now considered the unique preacher of the subcontinent. The whole of India became known by his name. Agha Sahib became a political figure while the Muslim League was striving for a separate homeland. At that time, Agha Shorash had joined the elected leaders of the Kashmiri Majlis-e-Ahrar. He became the editor of a daily (Azad) of the Majlis but after the formation of Pakistan, Agha Shorash remained in the field till his last breath for the survival and stability of the beloved Kashmiri homeland. The Agha had become in the mood for insurrection, sharply criticizing the wrong policies of the rulers and presenting his point of view in a forceful manner with arguments.

The Movement for the End of Prophethood was a great asset of Agha Sahib’s life. During his political struggle, he endured the hardships of Omar Aziz’s precious twelve and a half years of imprisonment with generosity and dignity. He was not in Tehreek-e-Pakistan but his services in building Pakistan are unforgettable. Whether it is the stage of constitution making in Pakistan or the revival of democratic values. Whether it is Pak-India war or martial law in the country.

 

The insurgency will be seen as a patriotic leader standing firm in the field. Qadir al-Kalam was the uncrowned king of the political stage of the field of journalism. In 1946, he was made the secretary general of Majlis-e-Ahrar-e-Islam. And his scholarly, literary and political journal Chitan is undoubtedly an excellent addition to Urdu literature.

Dr. Syed Abdullah, Ehsan Danish, Sardar Allah Nawaz Khan Nawaz Durrani, Hameed Nizami, Majid Nizami, Shaheed Hussain Suhrawardy, Maulana Abu Ali Maududi, Mufti Shafi Usmani, Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, Nobzada Nasrullah Khan and others in the circle of friends of Agha Shorash Kashmiri. Others included: “Faizan Iqbal”, “Faces”, “Pen Faces”, “Speaking and Not Talking“, “Art of Speech”, “In this Bazaar”. Shorash Kashmiri met Khaliq Haqiqi on October 25, 1975 in Lahore, Pakistan. check here

 

Selected words from Iqbal

  • Tomorrow in the atmosphere of Quds before the morning call
  • I saw some familiar faces, we are drunk
  • There was Sheikh Mujaddid Hum Kalam from Hakim Sharq
  • Listen to all the wise men of knowledge
  • Bawalkalam Azad was dominated by busy speech
  • Mir and Momin point to contemporary ghazals
  • Slightly different from the shades of pink branches
  • They were the sons of Waliullah
  • In the shadow of the standing cypress were the mullahs
  • Whose sayings contain verses
  • The present dervishes were lost in thought
  • Shibli Ahad Afrin, a closed circle
  • I went to Murshid Iqbal and asked him this
  • Do you know about the thirteen fortunes or not?
  • He said with a broken heart, “I know.”
  • The eggless egg is the sleeve kingdom of Piran Haram
  • In the name of God and Mustafa
  • Now there is no one on the path of God and Mustafa
  • Now Kyrgyz are laughing at Shahbaz’s honor
  • that is the capitalism of the believer
  • More than that, what a revolution of thought and action
  • this land belongs to Allah, not to the kings
  • Who can explain the constitution in the dark night?
  • Alas, the believer himself is deprived of certainty I am doing this ugly duty
  • O Lord of Glory, goodness of superiority
  • Now I am praising the oppressors
  • Faqih city is angry with Murree Nawa insurgency
  • But I am doing what I am doing
  • Life has passed here in this tension
  • Like a thirsty man passing through the desert
  • Thus bitterness increases with days
  • As Dashnam has passed on dear ones
  • This is how friends betray and leave
  •  if they have gone through every path of gain and loss
  • Even so, owning one is still beyond the reach of the average person
  • As if a foot has passed through the Ka’bah
  • We are sinners who go this way
  • A voice comes and goes