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A Life Repaid by Kanza

                                                           A Life Repaid A doctor entered the hospital and hurried toward his office to prepare for an important surgery. As he passed through the corridor, he noticed a young boy standing anxiously. The boy quickly approached him. "Doctor, why are you taking so long?" the boy asked angrily. "Don't you know my father is fighting for his life? Don't you have any sense of responsibility?" The doctor smiled gently and replied, "My son, I wasn't in the hospital. As soon as I received the call, I came immediately. Now please calm down so I can do my job." The boy snapped back, "How can I stay calm? What if your own father were in this condition? What if he were dying? Would you still be so relaxed?" The doctor smiled again and said, "We are all created from dust, and to dust we shall return. A doc...

Short Stories

  Author Introduction – Kanza Imran Mughal Kanza Imran Mughal is an emerging Pakistani author, researcher, blogger, and literary enthusiast whose work is distinguished by its emotional depth, psychological insight, and exploration of the silent dimensions of human experience. As an MPhil scholar in English Literature, her academic and creative pursuits are deeply interconnected, allowing her to blend literary artistry with critical inquiry. Her writing is inspired by renowned Pakistani authors, particularly Umera Ahmed, whose ability to weave spirituality, morality, and realism into compelling narratives has significantly influenced her literary vision. Kanza's work centers on the complexities of human emotions, identity formation, trauma, resilience, love, loss, and personal transformation. She is especially interested in examining the psychological landscapes of individuals, with a particular focus on women's experiences, hidden struggles, and journeys toward self-discove...

Paradox by Kanza Imran Mughal

  Novel Title: Paradox  The room was quiet… but it was not peace. It was the kind of silence that does not rest on the ears… it presses against the soul. Areeba stood near the wall, unmoving. Her hands were cold. Her breath uneven. Her heart, strangely loud in a place where no one else seemed to hear it. People surrounded her. Familiar faces. Familiar voices. But nothing about them felt familiar anymore. Some were angry. Some were disappointed. Some were simply curious. But none of them were on her side. “She was there.” Just one sentence. And everything had collapsed around it. Not what she did. Not what she said. Only her presence had become evidence. Areeba wanted to speak. The truth was there—alive, burning inside her chest, waiting to be released in words. But it felt fragile… and dangerous. Like once spoken, it would not return safely. “If you say anything, think about the consequences.” Her mother’s voice echoed in her mind. Not loud. Not dramatic. But firm enough to st...