“Not when his cursed ears still turn to the raw happiness in her voice like an insignificant sunflower growing and growing, trying with all his might to unite with his life source, his beloved; the sun.”

— Hafiza Noor Ul Ain Imtiaz

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“Ana and company reached a small cabin with a few middle-aged men seated on old chairs working with some tech, which she had never bothered to learn about.”

— Hafiza Noor Ul Ain Imtiaz, My Five Minutes of Fame - Moral Story Book

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“A year back in time, their excited squeals could have made her abandon anything and join them.”

— Hafiza Noor Ul Ain Imtiaz, My Five Minutes of Fame - Moral Story Book

“No one from her family, friends or acquaintances had been either; which meant she did not have anyone to turn to for advice.”

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“In her heart, she still thought of the place as a great puzzle and of herself as the last missing piece.”

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“The children playing with marbles held long scriptures, and read it aloud, in a beautiful choir, which soothed the soul of the man.”

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“My mother's words work as a balm to my weary soul, but at times I’m even fed up of what she has to say to me.”

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“Enough belief in yourself to take leaps of faith and to never let go of hope are qualities that create the most wonderful lives anyone can ever live.”

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