Muhammad Nasrullah Khan
Bio
Muhammad Nasrullah Khan is a Pakistani-Canadian writer. His short stories are well-recognized internationally , His work has appeared in Adbusters, Evergreen review, Indiana Voice Journal, Newtopia Magazine, and many others.
Stories (37/0)
The Woman Who Had Many Names
“Deleir Khan has bought a new mare and a Bengali woman.” This news murmured through the square where villagers gathered to wag their tongues. People jostled and bustled, busier than on the holiest of holidays. Gossip was the only entertainment in my remote village. The favorite subjects were horses, dogs, and women. The latest juicy topic stirred their bored souls to life.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khan2 years ago in Fiction
Towards the Setting Sun
Alone in my dreams, the world around me was dazzling and my mood was wondrous but sad. The next morning, I caught a bus to my village and watched the cities disappearing into a blur of grey. I got off the bus and stopped beside the river. Rays of sunset light shimmered on the water, reminding me of impressionist paintings that captured nature’s moods in dots of colours.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khan2 years ago in Fiction
Donkey-Man
Every night on my way home, I pass a dark corner and encounter a donkey lying there, a donkey that has worked very hard over the years to carry his master's load. His master has left him, abandoned him to die. His graying mane falls into his eyes, and flies swarm his ragged and dirty coat. His front legs wobble and falter as if they both have healed poorly after grievous injury. I look into his eyes and can see years of hard labor. The donkey struggles along, with a noble sense of purpose. He seems to know where he wants to go, but he manages only to proceed a few feet before falling. I watch, silently willing him on as he manages to regain an upright position, but then, he trembles and collapses into a heap once more.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khan2 years ago in Fiction
Explore Inner Gifts
If you knew your inner gifts, would you live your life differently? Would you make career choices based on your gifts at a spiritual level? Most of us choose our careers based on opportunities that just kind-of 'fall’ into our paths?
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khan3 years ago in Motivation
Creativity In Education — Will It Ever Rule The World?
Is it a correlation that practically all kids ardor to compose stories, have fabulous creative energies, appreciate getting muddled, painting, making music, developing characters, carrying on plays, drawing and making things? Why don't we portray this characteristic limit all through adulthood? Why might nature plan us to lose these endowments?
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khan3 years ago in Education
Those Darn Cats and Dogs
Ask about the weather, and people will often say it’s raining cats and dogs. How silly. It can’t rain cats and dogs, but we know what people mean when they say it: the weather is horrendous. These kinds of metaphors create a paradox, a verbal tension found in expressions that are almost always untrue. Cats and dogs can’t fall from the sky, but the mental image or metaphorical meaning makes it clear that the weather is terrible. This apical meaning, or “cupola” as philosopher Paul Ricoeur called it, is like a domed window adorning the roof of language. No one needs a meteorologist to explain what raining cats and dogs means. Metaphors get under our skin by running right past the logical mind. (Hirshfield, 2012) They’re mostly harmless, but sometimes create discomfort and even stress. It’s a tension similar to that of an unsolved puzzle. If not constructively finished, it can get scattered in frustration. Or, in case of the windows on the house next door, shattered.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khan3 years ago in Education
I'm Only Human
The greatest excuse I can give for any stupid thing I do is: I am only human. Only human? Aren’t I at the top of the food chain along with (thanks to China and India) billions of others? We are only human- we need a break, forgiveness, and some understanding.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khan3 years ago in Humans
Where the Humans and Wolves Howl Together
Howls echoed through the night. The village lay frigid and silent in the moonlit valley. A soft glow emanated from some homes, ours among them. Nobody heard the padding of paws until panicked bleating rang out, followed by hungry growls.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khan4 years ago in Horror