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"Zwölf Menschen, die durch furchtbare Umstände und einen Schauplatz unfreiwillig miteinander verbunden wurden. Sie werden in Ludwig Lahers neuem Prosawerk porträtiert: Opfer, Täter und anderweitig von diesem Ort nachhaltig Berührte. Der Schauplatz ist ein zwischen Frühsommer 1940 und Spätherbst 1941 bestehender NS-Lagerkompl... mehr auf blick-punkte.at
Informativ, witzig und unterhaltsam.Lasst euch nicht von den Affen unterkriegen! ... mehr auf blick-punkte.at
An original story of yoga, Sufi mysticism, science, and the terrible courage of being human. Set in contemporary Lahore, Pakistan. 1. The Man Who Would Not Burn The first time Dr. Rida Naqvi saw the fakir walk on fire, she was watching him on her mobile phone while waiting for her coffee at a café … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
A story of confusion, unfinished conversations, and a road that led to Nizamuddin. On the morning the city lost its directions, nobody noticed. The milk arrived. The newspapers carried the usual assortment of tragedies, political disagreements, celebrity marriages and advertisements promising a better life at a price considerably higher than most p... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
Soul Is the Source A contemporary story of love, inheritance, conscience, and the quiet distance between the person we become and the soul we were meant to recognise. At 8:17 on a Thursday evening in Lahore, a dead boy forgave his mother in a hotel ballroom. He had never spoken the words. But nobody in … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
At 11:43 on a Tuesday night, Meher Kaur was sitting inside her parked car in the basement of a Gurugram office tower, watching her mother’s name flash on the phone. Mamma Calling. She let it ring. Once. Twice. Three times. Then the screen went dark. Two seconds later, WhatsApp. Mamma:Reached home? Meher typed: Just leaving. … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
On the morning her closest friend told her she was getting married, Sehrish Mirza ordered six hundred white roses. Not because anyone had asked her to. Because she was happy. Later, when she tried to understand where everything had begun to go wrong, she would return to that distinction. The news arrived in a voice … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
There are people who enter your life like a storm. And then there are those who arrive so quietly that one day you realise the storm has stopped. No one in Lahore remembered exactly when Meher Siddiqui had stopped laughing loudly. Perhaps it was after her father died. Perhaps after the engagement that lasted four years and … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
The first thing Aaliya Mirza did after inheriting the haveli was try to sell it. The second thing she did was lie about trying to sell it. “There is no buyer,” she told her mother over breakfast. Farah Mirza stopped buttering her toast. “There is always a buyer.” “For a three-hundred-year-old building with bats, lawsuits … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
The trouble began with a blue bottle no larger than a thumb. It was found on a Tuesday morning in the locked room above Suleman Attar House, wedged behind three ledgers, a broken wall clock and a tin box containing receipts from shops that no longer existed. On its faded label, Haji Suleman had written … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
By nine-thirty on Sunday morning, three things had already gone wrong in the Siddiqui household. The milk had boiled over. Abu had misplaced his glasses. And Hamza had eaten the paratha Ammi had kept aside for Areeba. Again. Areeba entered the dining room with wet hair, one earring on, and the particular expression of someone … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
By the time Rehan reached Starbucks, his mother had already changed tables twice. The first had been too close to the counter. The second, according to her, had “people continuously walking behind it.” The third was beside the glass. She approved of it reluctantly. Rehan dropped into the chair opposite her. “Please tell me we’re … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
In Lucknow, old houses did not die. They adjusted their posture. Some became hotels. Some became banquet halls with acrylic chandeliers and men in waistcoats directing SUVs into courtyards where nawabs had once listened to thumri. Some were cut into portions by cousins who communicated only through lawyers. And a few houses, like Noor Manzil, ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
Nobody in the house knew when Farzana Begum had started saying it. Perhaps that was the strange thing. Families remembered dramatic beginnings. The night Abba died. The afternoon Maham’s engagement broke. The morning Adeel announced that he was leaving his safe bank job to start his own business. The day Hira left the country with … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
At nine seventeen on a Thursday night, every mobile phone in House 47 made the same sound. Not a ringtone. Not a message. A thin, mechanical alarm that seemed to come from somewhere beneath the floor. For three seconds nobody moved. Then all four phones on the dining table lit up together. EMERGENCY ADVISORY. REMAIN … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
At 11:47 on a Tuesday morning, Karachi had already become unbearable. The September sun lay across Shahrah-e-Faisal like a punishment. Cars crawled beneath flyovers, motorcyclists found impossible spaces between them, and somewhere beyond the tinted windows of the twenty-third floor, the city continued with the indifference of a city that had seen ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
A contemporary story . Lahore, Islamabad, and the stations in between 1. The Earrings The earrings disappeared on a Tuesday. Not a particularly remarkable Tuesday. Lahore was warm, the electricity had gone twice before breakfast, and someone in the neighbouring house was practising a ghazal with considerably more enthusiasm than accuracy. Meher sto... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
Besser kann man es nicht sagen:»Klare Leseempfehlung: ein Millennial-Roman, der sich trotz fiktiven Settings erstaunlich real anfühlt.« ("Nordsee-Zeitung") ... mehr auf blick-punkte.at
A Sufi’s understanding of a woman who was simply feeling beautiful. The saree had been lying in her wardrobe for quite some time. A pale green silk with little golden leaves scattered across it, and a red border that caught the light rather beautifully. She had bought it because she liked it. There had been … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
A story of Istanbul, quiet love, beautiful silences, and the extraordinary pleasure of simply being alive. There were twenty-three unread messages on Zara Mirza’s phone when she opened her eyes. Six were from London. Four from Dubai. Three from her office in Singapore. One was from an international architecture magazine asking whether she would con... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
A story of Hukam Rajāī — and the strange mercy of what did not happen The morning Meher was supposed to get married, her father polished his shoes twice. Nobody noticed. There were fifty-three people in the house, three caterers arguing in the courtyard, cousins carrying trays of jasmine from one room to another, a … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
The House Where Nobody Left Hungry In Tehran, there was an old woman who set the table for seven people every Thursday night. She lived alone. Nobody in the neighbourhood knew why there were seven plates. They knew almost everything else about her. Her name was Pari Farrokhzad. She was seventy-two, wore lipstick even when going … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
By the third day of Ganesh Chaturthi, Mumbai had forgotten how to speak softly. Dhols rolled through the lanes. Children ran downstairs carrying modaks in steel plates. Women leaned over old balconies calling instructions nobody downstairs intended to follow. Marigold garlands appeared on doors that had spent the rest of the year looking tired. And... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
The Man Who Refused to Become Serious There are two kinds of people in Lahore. Those who have suffered. And those who have suffered but have good upholstery. The Mirza family belonged firmly to the second category. Their house in Gulberg had twelve bedrooms, fourteen air-conditioners, three drawing rooms nobody was allowed to sit in, … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
Wir haben das Jahr der Pest-seuche – 1348 in Florenz, Italien. Alle verrecken wie die Karnickeln und tuen halt das, was Mensch so kann. Die einen entsagen sich jeder Freude und jedem Kontakt… Weiterlesen →... mehr auf buchweltennotizen.wordpress.com
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During the street demonstrations against the elected governments of former Prime Ministers Thaksin and Y... mehr auf yanawa.blogspot.com
Das neue Projekt-Thema „Lieblingsbücher“ stellte für mich eine echte Herausforderung dar. Ich liebe Bücher, Bücher sind meine Lieblinge, Bücher haben mich mein ganzes Leben hindurch begleitet. Ein Leben ohne Buch ist möglich, für mich aber undenkbar! Und jetzt soll ich mich entscheiden??? Da muss ich leider passen. Ich habe immer gelese... mehr auf reflexionblog.de
Das eigene Ebook auf Amazon veröffentlichen Wer gern schreibt und sein Buch veröffentlichen möchte, muss sich heutzutage nicht unbedingt die mühsame und meistens frustrierende Erfahrung mit der Verlagssucherei antun. Denn einen Großverlag für das eigene Buch zu begeistern ist so (un)wahrscheinlich, wie ein Sechser im Lotto. Seit April 2011 haben de... mehr auf bettinaehrling.info
Headlines & The Best Of Headlines (deutsch) Mein erstes Ebook ist online, es ist sehr speziell und nicht für die breite Masse, sondern für Internet- und Onlinemarketer oder Affiliatemarketer. In diesen Ebook lassen sich viele neue Ideen finden für Headlines und Artikel, denn es gibt eine große Auswahl an Headlines zu allen großen Themen des ... mehr auf bettinaehrling.info
Ihr liebt den Retro-Vibe von Einwegkameras und euch gefällt der analoge Look der Fotos, die dabei entstehen? Ihr möchtet aber einen nachhaltigeren Ansatz fahren und habt auch keine Lust darauf, ständig teuer die Fotos entwickeln zu lassen? In diesem Beitrag verrate ich euch, ob die Retro Digitalkamera von MAZUNT dann genau das sein könnte, was..... mehr auf absolute-brightside.de
Die momentan vorherrschenden Temperaturen erinnern mich zwar ein wenig daran, warum ich als Kind den Sommer so gern hatte, aber als Erwachsener kann man doch immer Eiscreme essen, wann immer man Lust dazu hat… 😀 Aber genau genommen war ich schon immer eine ziemliche Nachteule. Heute ist viel eher der…
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Dies ist keine Rezension, sondern nur meine Erklärung, wieso ich dieses Buch ab Seite 156 abgebrochen habe.... mehr auf lanasbuecherblog.com
Obwohl ich früher meine derzeitige Bücheranzahl für dieses Jahr schon im ersten Monat zusammenhatte, freue ich mich, dass ich wieder phasenweise die Lust am Lesen entdeckt habe, die eigentlich nie richtig verschwand - nur die Zeit wurde einfach immer viel zu knapp, sodass nachts die Augen zufielen, bevor ich noch a... mehr auf magnoliaelectric.net
..braucht die Frau. Mein Geburtstag im Oktober war also ein guter Anlass um mir etwas Neues zu besorgen. Tatsächlich habe ich fast nur Geld bekommen und lege es derzeit an die Seite, aber zwei kleine Bücher fanden ihren Weg in meine Geschenkekiste. Und ein drittes konnte ich mir noch vom Gutschein kaufen. Ich würde ja […]... mehr auf booksknittinglifekid.wordpress.com
Der Stoff aus dem der Frieden ist? Liebe ! Oft genannt, mehr als man zählen kann. „Willst Du nicht „lieben“, so wende ich Gewalt an,“ nur eine „Spielart“ von vielen. Schafft man so Liebe? Es muss nicht immer tragisch-ernst sein. In dieser Geschichte breitet sich Humor aus, auch wenn die Verhältnisse nicht einfa... mehr auf cafegaenger.wordpress.com
