Fifty years of spilt Afghan blood (Part 1)

It was early 70’s and my friend, late Ajmal Malik, had landed a job with the information department in Peshawar. A brilliant mind, he was a successful journalist and a carefree loving soul. We communicated via booking trunk calls thanks to Ajmal’s access to official phones. Wechatted regularly reminiscing our University days. After the 71 […]

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