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Amir Saleem - who has written 50 posts on Libre Magazine.

A writer, photographer and graphic designer; Amir Saleem is from Rawalpindi, Pakistan. He's been writing short stories since 1996. Currently he is working as a creative writer in Dubai, UAE.

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Chapter 4: Quest for Morning Dew

Sunday, June 15, 2008

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In the morning I was treated with same delicious breakfast. As soon as I had my breakfast, Rahim Daad entered the room with Ram Daas; they were all ready to go out. I looked at Rahim Daad and he understood what I wanted to know. “Hurry up; she is outside waiting for us” Rahim Daad [...]

Chapter 5: Fallen Hopes

Sunday, June 15, 2008

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The sun had lost its spite and zephyr was blowing across the desert; may be it felt that pleasant because she strode beside me adding such freshness to the evening winds that would only accompany morning breeze. We had left the jeep at the other side of the sand dune and were following the trails [...]

Chapter 6: The Love Curves

Sunday, June 15, 2008

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Autumn had filled the air with shades of yellow; there were red and yellow dry leaves sprayed all over the place. Mahreen and I would walk for countless moments silently on the side walk of a deserted road, crushing those dry leaves under our feet and listening to that melodic sound. I never told her [...]

Chapter 7: Ready with Time

Sunday, June 15, 2008

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Over the next two weeks, Ram Daas had marked eight different places where he had found traces of reservoirs. There were long and tiresome journeys and at times I thought we were lost but Ram Daas and Rahim Daad moved always knew their path. During these two weeks I was in constant touch with Salman [...]

Chapter 8: Merciless Skies

Sunday, June 15, 2008

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I woke up with a roar of machines and it felt as if they had engulfed the whole village and were trying to ground it with tremors so furious they made the morning sound horrible. For a moment I couldn’t figure out what it was but then I recalled my conversation with Salman and I [...]

Chapter 9: Last Step out of Silence

Sunday, June 15, 2008

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Rahim Daad and I sat silently on that cold evening sand. Things were ruptured beyond repair it seemed; I felt guilty for putting all those people in such high degree of hope and then not being able to sustain it. “It’s not your fault” Rahim Daad said as if he could read my mind. “There has [...]

Chapter 10: Heavy Feet

Sunday, June 15, 2008

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Seven months later. I was standing across the street beside my jeep when I saw her coming out of the bank. She was wearing a dark gray jeans and a white cotton shirt; I could tell she was growing her hair long and she had also changed the brand and look of her shades; exactly the [...]

And Words

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

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He went silent. After having lumbered through the streets while the night fell softly from the sky, he rested on a rude patch of the sidewalk. An aged lamppost glared at him with its quivering pale light; adding extra melancholy to his already burdened day. Words had run out; and whatever voice was left to his [...]

Fistful Happiness

Friday, May 16, 2008

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Right now she is seated so close to me that I can feel her breath on my skin. In this blood freezing winter, I can’t resist longer against her heat-pumping eyes. She has been glaring at me for quite some time now and I am burning in the warmth of her intentions. I might have [...]

A Sight for Younger Eyes

Monday, April 21, 2008

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He couldn’t even set up his tripod there; his hands were not as steady as they used to be some years ago. Age was taking its toll from his energy. After ten minutes of struggle with the tripod he finally mounted his camera on it; but he had forgotten to put the film inside. “God [...]