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
“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.”

““I didn’t want this, I feel empty, my parents will never accept me if I go home, they won’t understand, I’ll disappoint them even more, I’m empty,” Azar roared.”

“At night, when the dinner was going to start, I thought that the food would be good but it was not, they were servingshrimps!”
