Aamir Habib, Author at FemAsia Magazine

Aamir Habib

From a small town of Khairpur living with a mother, sisters, wife and beautiful little daughter, Aamir Habib Soomro is a former Teacher, Trainer, & Development Professional. A part-time writer, Poet and Public Speaker, currently working as full-time Administrative Superintendent in a Mehran UET, Shaheed Z.A. Bhutto Campus Khairpur, Sindh Pakistan.

Fictional Arts·Literature

The Consolation

Look at the kites these are still flying Beneath the bright sunlight The sign of morning and dawn’s hue That is life, giving its clue Don’t get fed up, and catch every chance To listen to the rhythm of heartbeat And allow

by Aamir Habib

Fictional Arts·Literature

Not a Fairy Tale – The Courtroom

PART 1 It was 8 O’Clock on a cold morning in December. The chilling gusts crossed the door and windows and froze her feet and hands. She was sitting confused and afraid on a wooden chair placed in the corner

by Aamir Habib

Fictional Arts·Literature

To My Daughter Yashfeen

That First day and first sight You were wrapped in a shawl Coloured as pink, green and white Your smile I met was so nice All senses I caught were soothing As if this tranquillity was gifted from the skies It seemed

by Aamir Habib

Fictional Arts·Literature

Lament Of A Wounded Dove

Lament of a Wounded Dove See onto my wings These feathers are broken and Claws tied with iron strings I’m showered in the blood Of blameless Orphan children, and of widows of wars Far-sighted from heights Beneath the smoke of

by Aamir Habib

Fictional Arts·Literature

In The Name Of Blasphemy

It was her first day in the new office after being appointed as Deputy Commissioner. A critical district was assigned to her, with all new people well-articulated rather over-articulated both politically and religiously. It was the first time that a

by Aamir Habib

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Aamir Habib

The Consolation

Not a Fairy Tale – The Courtroom

To My Daughter Yashfeen

Lament Of A Wounded Dove

In The Name Of Blasphemy