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AFTER A RAIN IN LAHORE It was raining heavily since last two days. The sewerage system of the city collapsed badly. All roads and streets were flooded badly. The driver stopped the car at one end of flooded road,   ‘You should go on foot now.’   They could see the road sank in water till their school gate. Fresh morning breeze in a drizzling atmosphere alleviated their wits outside the car, before they dared to put their feet in the stream of garbage and muddy water. This was the front road of a renowned school in posh area of the city.   Hassan and Murtaza came outside and stopped, to analyze, how to cross that water. They looked around all the students were passing through that water.   “yeh ishq nhi aasan bas itna samjh li jiye     Aik aag ka darya hai aur kood k jana hai”   (Spiritual love is not that easy just be acquainted with. here’s a river of fire and you have to jump in it to cross over) ‘We have no choice, lets go,’ Hass...

PLAN FOR THE BATTLE OF TARAIN                        The truth was just days away now, to unveil their queries, the false but most celebrated myth at their neighbours about Prithvi's death. The battleground was ready to ups and down the present into enlightened future at Delhi. It was PrithviRaj Chohan's blindfold archery skill or was Shabadin Ghouri's sharp sword cuts, which was about to glimpse, the time was here.  Hassan and Murtaza joined Ghouri's army back at battle of Tarain near Delhi. The preparation of war was at its hype. 1, 20000 armored soldiers were sharpening their teeth. On that night brave slave commander of Ghauri, Qutub ud Din Aibak opened the map and gave them the plan.                                     ...

CONTESTANTS OF A SWAMBER ‘Ha ha... I knew after knowing about swamber, you’ll definitely dream of it. Every one wants to trial its luck for the princess. Now you’ll also try the contest,’ Kumar didn’t bother to listen to him and continued. ‘No, not at all, we will go only for prize money at different games’.  A swamber girl with flower necklace They both got blushed and embarrassed at his sudden guess.  Different games were organized well in a vast field. Hassan proved best in wrestling. His thin but muscular body beat many professional wrestlers. He also won many races. Murtaza showed his excellence in archery. He met the different targets very precisely. He just felt the flattering of wings and hit the birds using his hearing sense only, when he was blind fold. They participated and won in almost all competition. Brain games proved peanuts for them. They won a lot of money. 'Oh, Kumar, where were you? We are here to buy two of your ponies,’ Has...

11 TH CENTURY PUNJAB …..There was no choice rather to go on foot now. They were lucky to get near Gujarat passing by Taxila and Jehlum city after taking lifts from the traders, which were coming from Afghanistan. There was not any proper road but narrow bricked paths circled with green fields and shadowy trees. ' yum, the guavas of 12th century are more tasty.' they stopped at a roadside tree. 'taste and hunger are directly propotional to each other,' Murtaza looked at Hassan and took another one. , . Many Stupas of Buddha, temples and shrines were articulating, in their way. Majority people were Hindus and Sikhs their. Many men and women were practicing their rituals in small towns around. They didn’t seem to have a high-quality life over there. Class system was evident every where. They also saw some mosques there. Islam was evolving in that area after the conquests of Mahmood Ghaznavi and Shahabudin Ghauri. People were getting greatly inspired with divine t...

Y OU’RE NOT A COMPANION ANYMORE ‘Get up, the commander is calling you,’ a soldier thumbed them up from their hay beds.  ‘We are leaving by early morning; you both will stay behind and look for anything left by the soldiers. You can join the Ghauri troops again till the next stay,’ he commanded them.  'As you say,' they nodded their  heads and came outside. Before the dawn appears its face on horizon, the whole convoy left from their stay near Swat Valley to face Hindu Raja Prithvi's forces in Delhi. FEELING IN LOVE ? ‘Oh my dear, you, me and a very own charming tone all around, I am feeling in love with it,’ Hassan patted his horse and adjust the saddle of its partner. A war horse of 11th century ‘Really, this area is so stunning to travel on horses,’ Murtaza also looked around the vast green mountainous meadow. Few remains of soldiers were scattered among the green bushes and tightly fixed rocks. They gathered some clothes, a box of stored food a...