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Apr 2015
The angels looked at me and whispered,
"No need to throw him in the Hell,
he already suffered a lot in his own
which he created or maybe the world did for him
but poor soul, look at all those burns."

I smiled at them for they did not know
my hell was my solace in the heaven
of the world.
Javaria Waseem
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Javaria Waseem
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   Gul e Dawoodi
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