Surjeet is born. Another girl?
“Another girl?” asked Surjeet’s mother to the midwife. Midwife replied with a bright smile, “Yes. Isn’t she pretty?” “But I have one already. I wanted a boy,” said mother. “The creator created a beautiful girl for you instead. He gifted her with a voice loud and clear. I deliver daily, but never have I heard…
Surjeet prays to her champion, the One
Hearing horses outside, Surjeet navigates to the innermost room and folds her hands in prayer. O my true champion, my Lord Please continue to bless me with your strength and power. So I can continue to serve and meditate on you. The British are on their way to rip my Qaida, My Qaida holds the…
RUMMAGING THROUGH OLD BOOKS
Dear Reader, As you continue rummaging through old books, I would like you to know who I am. I am the cremated one, sleeping with the rest, in peace, as you had hoped. But one amongst you has been singing a soft song in the innermost layers of my ears. She’s been serenading me into…