Book of the Month
Ghani khan no.1
A Poppy Flower In a desert, once, on a hunt did I find, With a radiant smile, a flower so fair; Sadly, I approached and sighed, "Ah! Of my kind Are you too a hapless flower from a beloved's hair. Frail fingers wouldn't take you to a soft face so close, Nor would you be kissed by lips delicate and rose." With a silent smile the flower replied, "Don't lose heart! This desert I wouldn't give up for the gardens of Iran, A solitary I am here while legions are there, Amidst this cursed soil I stand apart. In this gray desert, a flamboyant flame of divine light am I,
By I’m Pathan from Afghanistan9 months ago in BookClub
The Old Bookstore
Elara had always been drawn to the quiet places, the forgotten corners where stories seemed to linger in the dust motes dancing in sunbeams. So, when she stumbled upon "The Written Word" on Whisper Lane, a narrow, cobbled street that seemed to exist outside the city's relentless hum, she felt an immediate, profound pull. The shop was nestled between a perpetually closed antique store and a florist whose blooms always looked a little too vibrant to be real. Its windows, clouded with age, hinted at the treasures within, and the scent of old paper and dust motes, like a forgotten dream, wafted faintly from beneath the creaking door.
By Momin Shah9 months ago in BookClub







