I was in my village home on the night of Shab-e-Barat. This is a very important night for the Muslims of this sub-continent. I was once told by an Arab friend that there was no such thing as Lailatul Barat observed in any part of the Arab world.
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Ruminating on sermons
This summer, ‘more’ the reason for misery!
It was one of those breathless and still evenings. The two of us, me and my friend Barkatullah, a homoeopath of our village, were sitting by the pond at my village home. The guard light of our home was on. All of a sudden the light went off.
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