Part 4: Story Teller

Written by Maheen Rashid

There is no end to your stories of irreversible devastation, of picture perfect, panic stricken, appropriately poor, yelping masses that ooze pus and horror and blood. Your stories narrate, in lyrical poetry, the pain of a lost child, or a punctured eye ball. The relatively complex ones relate in gruesome and tragic detail the rise and fall of some naïve and idealistic ambition – of full stomachs, for example. Perhaps, in the process of communicating the multifaceted and hopelessly insurmountab ... Read more...

Reliving CARMA

Written by Syed Uzair Ahsan

The first ever Convention for Aspiring Reporters and Media Anchors (CARMA ’10), organized by the LUMS Daily Student, took place a few days ago during the last weekend of February. A first of its kind national journalistic event, albeit one on a relatively smaller scale, it received considerable applause from various quarters, ranging from the distinguished guests to the host team to the people who mattered most; the delegates, many of whom had undertaken long journeys to participate in the con ... Read more...

There lies a belief inside

Written by Syed Uzair Ahsan

There lies a belief inside of me That there is always an opportunity, That life is a joyous journey, That my luck was always with me, That we write our own destiny   Remember when we first met that night   It was like every daffodil blossomed to rejoice, as if no pain existed under the moonlight, It was like every stone crowed in delight, in a scene which Aphrodite herself had inscribed   There lies a belief inside of me that ours was a natural affinity, transgressing all mores of ... Read more...

Confessions

Written by Abdullah Saadan Ahmad Qureshi

Save your truths! For no chat can madden the cries, for no sense can upset the wise, I confess! Save all souls, except my; for no guardian angel exists that defies it otherwise.   How long before I witness earth, o forlorn Lord? Mercy me, a sinner as weary as me, I confess! Misery and man in conformity; but reflect twice, for once I was friends with He.   Save your prophecy! For no service can gratify the majesty, for no act can insist clemency, I confess! I am Naught; He is Thee, for a ... Read more...