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	<title>Read it Live &#187; Jawad Haroon</title>
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		<title>Ex</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 19:48:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jawad Haroon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ex blows out. The stream of smoke is steady, wispy, seemingly endless. He exhales a decade and two years in one breath. It billows back at him in eddies. In this one sitting he sees everything he has done, seen, been &#8211; as vaporous and ephemeral as all he breathes out, seen to unseen. Hangs [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Honorable Thing</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 17:14:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jawad Haroon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It isn&#8217;t time yet. But the time is near and all this slip slides towards it. Beyond it. A little boy in a big world slip slides towards it. It in turn, spitting stones, hurtles at him headlong, and soon enough. The tide comes in: he, a man, old enough, slip slides off the face [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Truly Beyond</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 15:40:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If this love unrequited be, What must requited love be!]]></description>
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		<title>Terminal Paradox</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 18:18:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jawad Haroon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t know if Bushra Khala coined the term &#8220;physiological depression&#8221; today, but with it she captured the essence of the consequences of prolonged mass psychological trauma: it sets into bones and muscles and organs all too sensitive to withstand too much depressive pressure on the psyche. This is what politics means for us today. [...]]]></description>
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		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/12/376/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 18:04:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[stifled tears of laughter stood stolid in her gems, amethysts, old; chestnut curls cascaded on to tattoo punctured arm, he sold her crystal myths.]]></description>
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		<title>Sergie</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 07:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jawad Haroon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[From my days at sea, with the seventy four sodden logs from which I will not bore you, I recall Sergie, who I came across on the cusp of the Caspian. He appeared the wild wispy froth of that foamy sea washed up on a shore and beach to which he didn&#8217;t belong. It was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Paper Boats</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 17:38:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jawad Haroon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[paper boats there is a moment tarry quiet now in the graveyard, my window&#8217;s back yard, on all most days a play ground, a cacophonous din of men and boys from charrar pind; quiet, for the grounds a jheel become, the gray blue mon soon over head, to day the boys and men at bay, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Precipice and the Sea</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 18:30:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jawad Haroon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The precipice and the sea a very short story Taimur had a way of falling in loves that had no chance in hell of working out, let alone in heaven. We all know what a sordid affair that turned into at the outset. Milton gave his eyes for the vision, and spoke then mostly in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>How to be a sustainable piece of china, or, How to pick up the pieces</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2008 20:22:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You are dropped. You may have felt the toppling nudge or might not even remember anything of the toppling itself, only the complete sudden absence beneath you of your wooden shelf, on which just moments before your perfect base had rested, as if forever. There you were feeling all ornamental, all precious, and here you [...]]]></description>
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