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		<title>Of Small Dreams and Big Houses</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 11:18:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was Nazia&#8217;s second week working as a maid at the Shah residence. She walked slowly toward the big house with tall pillars and a gold nameplate that said &#8220;Shah&#8221; located on Temple Road. She passed the Fatima Jinnah Medical College for women and looked longingly inside the iron gates. Women in colorful summer clothes [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I&#8230;A Daughter of Kashmir</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2007 10:15:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am a daughter of Kashmir. I envelop the essence of my motherland within me. The sweet smell of my country is in my wide dark colored skirts, my thick, rolled headscarves, my earthen pots, and my narrow mud cabin. Its pain is evident in the rigid lines around my eyes and mouth, and in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Unforgotten</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2007 16:16:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My mother told me that I used to try to catch water between my fingers. I used to sit on the kitchen counter by her side, trying to hold the water rushing out of the faucet. I guess I always wanted to do the impossible, and sometimes, in the process of doing something that is [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lamenting for the Charred Soul</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 16:01:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lost in the depths of the cave of sin, Man has sold his soul to temptation. With his pupils dilated And mind intoxicated, With his being wrapped In rainbow-colored illusions, He shatters the crystal prism of morality. Even the Earth shudders in her rage, Seeing the death of purity And she bleeds not thick crimson [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Allah Ditta</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2006 14:46:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The tender warm sunrays came out tearing the night away and announced the starting of a new day, new life and somewhere in world, the beginning of a new agony, desire and addiction. Allah Ditta, worked at a teashop at the Lahore Railway Station. He had no house, no parents, no siblings, no life. This [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lost</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2006 16:44:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The aroma of strongly brewed coffee and freshly baked muffins had filled the small cafe at Fifth Avenue. They both once had a great association with this place, and for about two decades they had always come here to spend some quality time reading books, while munching on their favorite blueberry muffins. They always looked [...]]]></description>
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