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Purest Thread: Hearing the Call
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In the earliest hours of every morning, a man climbed a spiral staircase. The staircase narrowed as he went higher and higher. At the top, the stairway opened to four large windows, one on each side. The man looked out into the darkness over Lahore. It was five o’clock in the morning. Just like others, the man stood inside one of the minarets high above the city. The minarets were tall towers, situated at each of the four corners of every Mosque. Ash-hadu alla ilaha illaha! Two men, both named Muhammad, ...
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Purest Thread: Within the Walled City
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Within the Walled City. Even with all this activity, the biggest change for Yasmeen was the relationship with her parents. She jumped from child to pre-teen. Her mother had her looking after little Khan on a daily basis. Her brothers looked to her for dinner. Her father even let her buy grown-up clothes. After morning prayers, Yasmeen joined her mother, who was sitting with her cousin and aunt at the kitchen table. 8220;Mother, isn’t it getting late? 8221; noticed Yasmeen. 8221; asked Yasmeen. The family...
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Purest Thread: Foreward - Purest Thread
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Foreward - Purest Thread. Set in present day Lahore, Pakistan, "Purest Thread" illustrates the daily life of Yasmeen Bajwa and her family. This collection of one-dozen children's stories draws on Pakistani history, music, culture, and cuisine to illustrate daily life for the Muslim child. This story was written for parents to share with children, ages 7-10. If you like my work, support it with a simple click on the advertising tabs. Thanks. Labels: 00.Foreward - Purest Thread. 00Foreward - Purest Thread.
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Purest Thread: A Kite in Spring
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A Kite in Spring. It was as if the great director began his latest movie. Clouds cleared from the sky and the sun approached center stage, just in time for Basant – Pakistan’s spring festival. Yasmeen had risen long before the sun and put on her bright yellow dress for morning prayers. Although a good Muslim never let outside influences interrupt prayer, Mr. Bajwa smiled as Yasmeen stood in front of her prayer mat. He nodded his head and she blushed. 8220;Have you seen Khan? 8221; asked Yasmeen. 8220;It&...
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Purest Thread: Crossing the Wagah
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The remainder of the week passed relatively quickly as Yasmeen prepared her room for the upcoming visit from Auntie Seema and Cousin Noor. Meanwhile, Mrs. Bajwa made preparations of her own, eager to welcome her older sister. She sorted through the contents of an old trunk, filled with memories of her past: a trip to the Taj Mahal, and a childhood in Delhi, India’s capital city. 8220;Good morning, Faisal. How is your day going? 8220;Just perfect,” he replied. 8220;What makes it so perfect? We won, 3-0!
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Purest Thread: The Pass
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It was just after sunset when Yasmeen woke. The world around her had not changed much at all. The valley roads and the mountain ridges were still the same, but at least there were people to watch. It was no wonder why the men were dressed in heavy clothing. The thick wool cloth kept their bodies warm in the mountain valley. Yasmeen rolled up her window and turned off the air conditioning. How long was I asleep? About four hours," replied her father, "do you know where we are now? Yasmeen shook her head.
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Purest Thread: Where Five Rivers Meet
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Where Five Rivers Meet. As Yasmeen stood in the hallway, she spied her father shaving in the bahtroom. She admired the way his salt-and-pepper beard received careful attention every morning. To Yasmeen, he was like one of the groundskeepers in any one of Lahore's Gardens. As he worked, he whistled a song was vaguely familiar. A moment of happiness, you and I. Sitting on the verandah,. Apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I,. With the garden's beauty.
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Purest Thread: An Afternoon in Iqbal Park
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An Afternoon in Iqbal Park. The Bajwa family returned to the old city just before Summer’s end. It was part of a normal ritual every August: the celebration of Pakistan's Independence day. Aunt Seema had mixed pieces of chicken with celery, apple, curry powder, and mayonnaise before spreading the mixture on pieces of white bread and making Chicken Salad fold-over sandwiches. 8220;Isn’t the lake pretty? 8221; said Noor. 8220;How could they possibly move a river? 8221; asked Cousin Noor. 8221; asked Noor.
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Purest Thread: Anarkali Bazaar
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As Yasmeen lay in her bed, someone watched her. She opened an eye and peered across the room. Cousin Noor stood at the edge of the bed, holding a piece of food in her hands. The food was carefully wrapped in a paper towel. Noor took a bite while Yasmeen awakened from her slumber. The smell of fried egg, cheese, and mushroom filled the air. 8220;What are you eating? 8220;Samosas,” replied Noor. 8220;What would you like in your Samosa? 8221; asked Aunt Seema. 8220;Would you like to place them in the oil?
