- Nizam Hassan
- October 31, 2021
A Broken Soul and A Missing Father | Nizam Hassan
It was a calm and tranquil Monday morning when I took my bags way to school-located two kilometers away from
It was a calm and tranquil Monday morning when I took my bags way to school-located two kilometers away from
Parenting is not a private affair. It lets us understand the difference between home and house. House is just concrete,
The sheet of silence became soaking wet, The moon made a plopping sound and swam in the stream. The pearls
उडिरहेका छन् ती लाखौं सपना जसको कुनै मोड छैन् मुर्छा परेको मान्छेले सोच्दैछ मेरा सपना तुहिएको छ हिनता बोध गर्दा
Have you ever felt as lost as I have? I know, your facial expression will change while listening to this
“I am a new one, my cover is new, My wing–page rustles. Your cover’s color is pale, And ink dripped
The word ‘suicide’ brings darkness in the morning. This word is associated with the death of thousands of teenagers. They
Spring came to see you, The moon is going to stay on your dimple. Kindness and love in your heart,
Hey baby, is the Plain a nest Life is like a river We’ve been together for a quarter of a
कहिले उकालो त कहिले ओरालो गरिरहने यी पाइलाहरु अचानक एउटा विन्दुमा गएर रोकिनेछन् भन्ने कहिले लागेको थिएन ठाउँ एउटै, परिवेश
० मृत्युु भयो बृद्धआश्रममा जवान हुँदैछ शरीर बिस्तारै नयाँ पात्र आइ पुगे छोरा बुहारी नाति नातिनी एउटा नाम दियो बुबाबृद्धाआश्रम
Every time before her, the aroma of hot cappuccino filled the room. Because she had a great interest in the