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Jis Khaak Ke Zameer Main Ho Aatish-E-Chinar, Mumkin Nahin Ke Sard Ho Wo Khaak-E-Arjumand

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Had so many "signs" today that I need to reawaken my love for reading. Why not spend the summer broadening the mind… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 6 days ago
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