The Warmth I Miss...
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    The Warmth I Miss...

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    It was a warm afternoon of perhaps April back in 2001 when I first met with Anwar Barelvi in his one-room quarter in Poly-technical colony, Hyderabad. I along with my friend Waqar Ahmed (Waqar- who would become the dearest student of Anwar Sahab in...

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