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, Not Crazy

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Not Crazy

by Hafiza Noor Ul Ain Imtiaz

Drama · 44 pages

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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

“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

“Believing people only achieved what they struggled for helped elevate her outlook on life and the way it treated the living.”

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

“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.”

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

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Hafiza Noor Ul Ain Imtiaz

A regular college student trying to discover an inner writer; step by step, book by book.

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