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		<title>Ujala</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 20:48:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Entry 12 Word Count: 1474 Ujala threw the grocery bag on the kitchen counter. The afternoon had taken a lot out of her. Learning about Hannah&#8217;s death had come as a physical ache, and had pushed her deepest worries and concerns to the background of her life. Now, coming back to the place that was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ujala</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 19:01:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Entry 10 Word count: 1520 When Ujala woke up the next morning, there were red leaves outside her window. The tree that stood by her room was standing naked, and the colors of fall had scattered right outside her bedroom. She walked quietly to the bathroom, and looked at her reflection for a long time. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ujala</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 18:28:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Entry 9 Word Count: 1065 It was the second time Ujala had thrown up in one evening. &#8220;Those nachos,&#8221; she said aloud to no one in particular. &#8220;They are not sitting well with my stomach.&#8221; It had been two months since the fateful evening with Ammar. In this time, she had immersed herself in her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ujala</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 20:34:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Entry 11 Word count: 1851 There was a dirty cup in the sink and wilted flowers by the window. &#8220;Meals are served communally in the dining hall,&#8221; said Abbott. &#8220;But Hannah liked to bake sometimes.&#8221; Ujala reached over and patted his arm. She took two plates out of the drying wrack by the sink and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ujala</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2007/09/23/ujala-6/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 18:44:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Entry 8 Word count: 957 The first thing that Ujala realized when she opened her eyes was that it was a beautiful day and there were fresh sunflowers on the dining table. Her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight that was illuminating the whole room. The blinds were open and she could hear a bird [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ujala</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2007/07/07/ujala-5/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 18:25:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Entry 7 Word count: 3,193 The summer had slowly tuned into fall. There was an array of colors all around Ujala as she walked towards the bus station after her classes. For a moment, she was overwhelmed by the beauty around her. The trees were blanketed in a swirl of colors. The leaves had turned [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ujala</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2007/05/19/ujala-4/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 18:22:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Entry 6 Word Count: 2,109 &#8216;But, Sir, Mr. Myers, isn&#8217;t it in fact the Southern values that are being criticized in a way by Miss Emily&#8217;s character? I mean, truly, this is the most direct piece by Faulkner that I have read, and that is saying something. Usually, I have to read his work at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Untitled- RIL Novel Writing Month</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2007/04/27/untitled-ril-novel-writing-month-3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 13:07:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Usman Tanveer</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;The boy,&#8221; said the little girl. Her eyes still shone with tears that were more precious to me than all the stones men hold dear. Perhaps her knee flared with the scraping she had taken, for she grimaced. I rubbed some more FairyDust on the wound, and she smiled openly. &#8220;Tell me about the little [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Untitled &#8211; RIL Novel Writing Month</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2007/04/26/untitled-ril-novel-writing-month-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2007 09:58:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Hasnain Akram</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Entry 1 Word count: 1963 Prologue October 20th 1983 By the time he got home and rang the doorbell, dark had fallen and the crickets&#8217; hesitant initial chirps had congregated into a raspy, high-pitched scream. Suraya, the maidservant, opened the door for him, and stepped back to let him in, her gaze studying the floor [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ujala</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2007/04/25/ujala-3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 18:20:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Entry 5 Word Count: 1292 Ujala was sitting in the wide veranda on the top floor of her mother&#8217;s house. There was a lot of noise and activity, but it all seemed somehow diminished. Her mother was moving a large wide-toothed comb through her long, brown hair. &#8220;Never cut your hair, Ujala. Such beautiful hair [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ujala</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2007/04/23/ujala-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2007 18:14:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Entry 4 Word Count: 1490 Ujala opened her eyes and her vision was blurred. She groaned as she felt a burning sensation on her upper and lower lids and turned around on the soft carpet. Her heart plummeted as once again the reality of all that had happened hit her in the chest. The room [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ujala</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2007/04/22/ujala/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2007 15:06:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Entry 3 Word Count: 1522 They drove in silence. Ujala sat in the backseat looking out of the window as the car sped across Highway 101. The evening became dark, and Ujala could not spot the moon in the sky. She rested her head against the seat and closed her eyes. She felt exhausted by [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ujala</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2007/04/21/ujala-entry-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 14:52:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Entry 2 Word Count: 1360 Ujala felt numb after the initial shock of the cold wind slapping her face in the middle of May. It was early evening. The sun hung large, streaking golden lines across the sky. &#8220;So cold in May,&#8221; she commented to Ammar who was waiting on the curb beside her. &#8220;It&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ujala</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2007/04/20/untitled-ril-novel-writing-month/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2007 04:45:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Entry 1 Word count: 1572 1990 Ujala Siddiqui sat in a widow seat of the plane, looking down at the expanse of turquoise ocean, receding swiftly and embracing land. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as she fingered a gold pendent hanging on a thin chain around her neck. The pendent spelled &#8220;Siddiqui&#8221; in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Caretaker&#8217;s Legacy- Chapter 6</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2007/04/05/the-caretakers-legacy-chapter-6/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 10:16:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sughra felt like she had been on the patio for an eternity, sweating and feeling bile rise into her throat. She knew there was nothing left in her stomach. For the last five minutes, she had just been spitting sour tasting saliva on the floor. Had it been five minutes? Hours? She had lost track [...]]]></description>
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