Dil-e-Abad Ya Weeran A Short Story by Shazia Rana. It appeared as if his mind would blow off due to excessive thinking. However, he had not reached conclusion what he was thinking about. He was lying down and his sight was revolving around the roof, door and walls of the room. At times, he got entangled in the ticking of the clock and sometimes he started counting twists in the curtains. At the moment, he was busy making some image out of the damaged paint on the wall and every time he came up with a different image. This activity looked a bit better than others did. He could remain busy in the activity for hours but the sound of Allah Akbar broke his concentration, which was coming from a nearby mosque. He got up hurriedly and went to washroom to wash off.
Dil-e-Abad Ya Weeran
