• Jalil Yousaf
• November 2, 2024
• Personal Anecdotes
• Life Chronicles, Personal Reflections
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My father passed away in 1963, a year after I was born. He left behind not only a son too young to know him but also a silent witness to his life, a black Labrador named Kaloo, his steadfast companion in the wilderness. My father was a hunter, a man bound by friendship and tradition, who would cross the Kabul …

• Jalil Yousaf
• November 1, 2024
• Personal Anecdotes
• Life Chronicles, Personal Reflections
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In the heart of Nowshera Cantt, my birthplace nestled in Pakistan, my family bought a piece of land, a plot that seemed steeped in silent whispers and unsettling rumors. It was a corner plot, last in our secluded street. By day, it appeared like any other parcel of earth. But by night, especially in the eyes of the elderly, it …