Qabristan mein aik shakhs ghutnon k ball kharra aik kutbay ko pakrray dharrein maar
maar kar ro raha tha.
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"Tum kion mar gaye. Haye meray naseeb phootay thay, tumhein nahi marna chahiye tha. Tum agar na martay to tumhara kya bigarr jata?"
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Qareeb se aik shakhs guzar raha tha, uss aadmi ko dharrein maar maar kar rotay daikh kar ruk gaya aur kehnay laga: "Sabar karo! Lagta hai tumhara koi bohat hi pyara rishtadar tha."
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"Nahi yeh meri biwi ka pehla khawand tha." Doosray ne dharrein maartay huye jawab diya.
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"Tum kion mar gaye. Haye meray naseeb phootay thay, tumhein nahi marna chahiye tha. Tum agar na martay to tumhara kya bigarr jata?"
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Qareeb se aik shakhs guzar raha tha, uss aadmi ko dharrein maar maar kar rotay daikh kar ruk gaya aur kehnay laga: "Sabar karo! Lagta hai tumhara koi bohat hi pyara rishtadar tha."
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"Nahi yeh meri biwi ka pehla khawand tha." Doosray ne dharrein maartay huye jawab diya.
