By Syed Aqeel
[W]hen the air carries smokes of gunpowder filled with the rattling of gun fire, eyes sometimes seek the coolness of beauty and the depths of human emotions. The burden of carrying the weapon of death sometimes is interrupted by the ecstasy of loneliness. That in return seeks refuge in the eyes of some beautiful face. While escaping from the pursuit, Gul Mohammad* in his teens with his
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