Faraz Parvez

  Title: “The Dying Whispers of Bhera Haveli” Theme: In a forgotten corner of Punjab, where time stopped and shadows moved without reason, a cursed haveli holds a horrifying secret. What happens when someone hears the whispers that should have stayed buried? By Faraz Parvez Professor Dr. (Retired) Arshad Afzal Retired Faculty Member, Umm Al-Qura University, Makkah, KSA (Pseudonym of Professor Dr. Arshad Afzal) The Dying Whispers of Bhera Haveli Based on chilling oral tales from the subcontinent's dust-ridden ruins... In the neglected outskirts of Bhera , an ancient town once glorious in its Mughal past, there stands a crumbling haveli, twisted like a half-dead serpent among the eucalyptus and sheesham trees. The villagers call it “Khooni Haveli”—The Mansion of Blood. No one lives there. No one dares to enter. Except Tariq. He was a small-time real estate broker from Faisalabad. He dealt in disputed lands and run-down buildings, flipping ghost stories into desperate...

  🖋️ Today’s Feature: 5 Vignettes from the Subcontinent In our signature storytelling style — raw, reflective, and rooted in reality. By Faraz Parvez Professor Dr. (Retired) Arshad Afzal Retired Faculty Member, Umm Al-Qura University, Makkah, KSA (Pseudonym of Professor Dr. Arshad Afzal) 1. The Rickshaw Driver and the University Boy Lahore, 3:10 PM. A dusty rickshaw stops at the Liberty roundabout. A university boy, airpods dangling and voice sharp, argues about fare. “Meter ka zamana gaya, bhai jaan,” the rickshaw driver says, wiping his brow. “I’m not paying 300 for a 5-minute ride.” The driver smiles, not offended. “You pay thousands in tuition but fight over the sweat of a working man?” Silence. The boy stares. Then gets off, throws a 500 rupee note into the seat, and walks away. The rickshaw driver sighs, not at the boy — but at the dying art of dignity. 2. The Marriage That Never Was Karachi, Defence Phase 2. She wore makeup every Sunday — red lips, pale fo...