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‘You all fail the task.’She ordered. ‘But why, I have located the clover.’ Saif inquired displeased. He was astonished at his sensei’s words. ‘There are many criteria according to which you are judged. Just achieving the target is not the purpose of an assigned task. Passing in each criterion is important to pass in the overall task.  One of you has collapsed into unconsciousness while others stood idly by.’ Neha directed. Saif’s eyes widened. How naïve. Task completion is the ultimate target, that’s what he’s been taught all his life. This is what all warriors strive for. The state sends orders, which are to be completed at all costs. All other aspects are left out of consideration entirely. State Orders are ultimate. If you question state orders or think about procedures you create the way for failures. Orders are to be followed. Tasks are to be completed. Even if it harms a friend.  Joy fell victim to his own foolishness. He assumed foolishly that a fake clover was pr...

Five years’ worth of hard work and devotion and still unwavering, a two-man team of husband and wife has opened and successfully running a remarkable school,  in the harshest of landscape and harshest of climate, in the mountainous area North of Gilgit in a valley called Naltar Valley.  The school rightly named ‘Parha Likha Pakistan’ which means ‘Educated Pakistan’  has currently 300 children aged 4-15 years with 50-150 enrollments in the Montessori classes each year. Two and a half decades earlier Zahid Farooq-the husband was assigned PAF base ski training for the children of Naltar Bala Settlement. These children with their outstanding capabilities had been able to perform in the Vancouver Olympics. Despite this Zahid realized the children greatly lacked exposure to mainstream academics and activities. Witnessing such enthusiasm and willpower of children he then fell in love with wanting to bring modern education in the area. In the initial startup days...

Hira ran to the end of the grassland a few miles away. A few minutes had elapsed but she didn’t care. She was at an advantage. All she needed was a quiet spot where she could focus. She sat down on the brick floor and started mumbling. ’Animal whisper art. Greetings to the ant community, I’m Hira of the Mahashix Clan. I'm here with an agenda, I'm looking for a four-leafed clover plant in the grassland region. It is your home and you are familiar with every inch. Call me out if you know or find the location. In return, I promise to sprinkle sugar granules in this area as a gift to you.’ She stood up and sat four feet farther away. She had spoken smoothly. All her life she had but done one thing- talk. To friends? No. To parents? No. To siblings? Not even close. To any person, anyone? No one. No living person. Who, then?Animals. Four-legged, flying, swimming, creeping, and crawling animals. So much whispering that it had given her grave migraines when she'd activated her ar...

Neha, our sensei is truly awe-inspiring. She is a true fighter. She is famous in the city as ‘the green blaze’.Our first meeting was supposed to create a comfort zone between us and our sensei. We would introduce ourselves and share our strengths and weaknesses. but nothing like this happened. Instead, we’re facing a super pressure-situation. This is our very first class under our new sensei. A pressure situation only means one thing. She’ll be judging our capabilities. This is my first chance to demonstrate my talent. I can’t miss this opportunity. I have exactly one hour. Which are sixty minutes exact? Each minute is precious. No time to analyze the situation. MY ONLY HOPE IS TO GO ALL OUT. Mahnoor closed her eyes and focused. She held out a hand sign. Wrinkles appeared on her forehead. within seconds she called out’the art of vision’.her eyes widened.she could see clearly now. Better than crystal clear. she could count faster and change her vision quickly from one object to the o...

As you enter the main gateway you will observe a vast amusement park. A cheerful breeze will touch your face to welcome you. Ahhh! you're finally here! Swans fluttering inside of you? That's enthusiasm boiling inside of you sending chills of excitement down your spine. Forget that feeling. Set your gaze at the fun-filled space set up ahead or this sensation will boomerang as guilt- Why did I not try everything out? Did you just catch yourself smiling? Well, this is the mesmerizing effect of this aerial park! Let it capture your soul and not just your feet! Go for the huge mechanical swings spread in the wide area! Swings made for the sole purpose of entertaining you! A large traditional Mary-go-round is the first one to greet you at the park. Horses and ponies hang from poles. Children hold the poles or the side handles and fit their feet in the saddles.  The Mary go round revolves round and round, and the slow up and down movement creates a magical flair. Four small floa...

Neha’s eyes darted from one student to the other. The tall blonde girl was an animal whisperer. The tall boy in a green robe was a migrant. An expert archer.  A short squat but broad-shouldered boy in blue sweater and baggy trousers stood in the middle smiling. A girl in pink frock and brown boots wearing long red hair stood next. The analyst. In the corner stood a boy in white shirt and black pants, his face half hidden in his black scarf. A breath escaped from Neha’s mouth. This is the formidable Mahashix clan. ‘Seems like you’re done with introductions. It is best if as much time is saved as possible. Time is priceless. Your task can begin immediately.’Neha commanded with authority. All the students exchanged looks. Shocked and confused they focused to catch as much detail as possible for the task ahead. ‘This grassland has EXACTLY ONE FOUR LEAFED CLOVER. You have one hour to find it. Whoever performs worst will be at a disadvantage tomorrow. YOUR TIME STARTS NOW.’Neha va...

‘What is your art?’She asked. ‘Forbidden…’ the small child replied. A green flash stabbed him in the chest and he lay crouched on the floor. Neha had never seen such a young forbidden art user. In fact, arts didn’t even express themselves with stability until a user has at least passed his teenage years. It could be a start of something new.  Something far from ordinary and far from safe. The new era sure has some surprises in store for the higher-ups, she thought to her self. She walked heavily to her office. She needed to write a report and submit it immediately, her latest mission had been completed. As Neha finished writing her report, she spread her hands in front of her. The hardcopy was lying in her palms. She started to focus. The teleportation art required precise control of time and space arts.  As she closed her eyes a seal appeared on the report. The seal showed, that the report had now been frozen, it was frozen in the bounds of time and space as if in an et...