The Josephine Covenants are all over. But when did Yusuf sahib do it all while in his life he kept the pen? If the critics inside them didn't have the kind of books they wanted, today Joseph's books would have been even greater.
I read Yusufi when Shafiqur Rehman and Ibn Inshah liked the humor. It was strange to read Joseph. Something seemed to be good, but I could not understand what was good. Shafiqur Rahman and Insha's books used to laugh, while Joseph's humor was strangely colored. The end of a laugh may be on the tears falling down the throat, or on deep thought.
Gradually it was understood (and Joseph does not even understand one bit) that the writers who wrote Yusuf must have written in the color of humor, but the fact was that their subjects contained such layers of bitterness and feeling of life that serious literature was I could barely bear it. Tragedy drives a man crazy, but Joseph's humor is about to make him mad at his next level.
Wood burning coal brother, coal-burning brother ash
Do not let me be such a jerk coal
I read this poem for the first time on Yusuf Sahib's book and its meaning is still fascinating to me today. According to Yusufi, a humorist also brings the tragedy of life to a place where he has to deal with the screams of life, which eventually extends beyond the bitterness of the outside, only to become a diamond instead of coal ash. ۔ In his writings, Yusuf Sahib also explained that the bitter truth can be described with a laugh, as well as the fact that it allows the laughter to hear the screaming hearts.
Yusufi writes in his book, "No parchment, no river, no drop, help," in the chapter on agriculture.
at seven o'clock the shoes had to be removed. For a few months, there was a pain in the chest on the right side which we thought to take notice of because the heart is on the left side. When the discomfort became so severe that it began to feel like someone was piercing the chest from the chest for 24 hours, it showed a doctor. He said softly that the right lung appears to be affected. Ask, what? Rakhi said, "off course, TB". Immediately after X-rays, blood, sputum tests and three months leave to Quetta or die. A year and a half later, when our financial problems came out, he got an X-ray. It was confirmed that there was a wound on the right lung that has ever healed itself. This does not make us want to strengthen our will, but rather to show the germ and stupidity of TB germs. "
You will see a flowing river of pain if you look behind the magnificence of writing, the beauty of prose and the tone of the speaker's tone. Everyone laughs or laughs at poverty and misery, but to make others laugh, is Joseph's courage.
In the same chapter, we explain further,
fast. From day one, we had many months, so we threw milk at the fitted bathtub and gave him milk. After that, it was a daily routine that she would come there as soon as she came in and we would pay her right. Glad to see her children grow up. If we had never been there or paid attention to her, she would have climbed into the forest and peeked through the fast. Her blue eyes were reflected in the great numbness. After breastfeeding, we would be happy with our children for a while. Then he woke up and didn't show up until six o'clock the next day. Kids at home ask daily how old those children are today. Had we not been to the bank on Sunday, we would have paid in advance for her milk tea on the evening of Saturday. Some days afternoon, we waited for it. How rich a pet's companionship and love is when he or she is sad or lonely. He also had four children. "
What tragedy ends the story going forward, and in what words,
would have been reduced by two paise. She kept sliding under the window. We cried. We didn't care. Then he crouched with the claws and began to peek, again and again, so we covered him with a duster so that he could finish the work with one hand. After a while, she went in search of sustenance and the rain stopped. The tea maker, who had moved his shop to a doorstep, knocked on the window. We asked, "What's the matter? Babuji! Your cat rally brothers' truck." He came down and died. These children are crying. This blood on your neck.
This blood was on our neck. If we were still on foot today, what hour would have come? All four children trembled in the rain. We sat the youngest on the table and dried it with a duster so it was not visible to the eyes. Hub was like a mother. The rain then intensified and we opened the steam and dumped it in three flowing streams. Because of this, she died. For weeks her sad blue-blue eyes appeared to peek from her fast. Finally, we got tired and stuck the brown paper on this fast. ”
Sir! Faith says, where did the laughter come from, and where the heart wept. Whenever I read "Yes mother-in-law was like a mother", all eyes were on the tears
I read Yusufi when Shafiqur Rehman and Ibn Inshah liked the humor. It was strange to read Joseph. Something seemed to be good, but I could not understand what was good. Shafiqur Rahman and Insha's books used to laugh, while Joseph's humor was strangely colored. The end of a laugh may be on the tears falling down the throat, or on deep thought.
Wood burning coal brother, coal-burning brother ash
Do not let me be such a jerk coal
I read this poem for the first time on Yusuf Sahib's book and its meaning is still fascinating to me today. According to Yusufi, a humorist also brings the tragedy of life to a place where he has to deal with the screams of life, which eventually extends beyond the bitterness of the outside, only to become a diamond instead of coal ash. ۔ In his writings, Yusuf Sahib also explained that the bitter truth can be described with a laugh, as well as the fact that it allows the laughter to hear the screaming hearts.
Yusufi writes in his book, "No parchment, no river, no drop, help," in the chapter on agriculture.
at seven o'clock the shoes had to be removed. For a few months, there was a pain in the chest on the right side which we thought to take notice of because the heart is on the left side. When the discomfort became so severe that it began to feel like someone was piercing the chest from the chest for 24 hours, it showed a doctor. He said softly that the right lung appears to be affected. Ask, what? Rakhi said, "off course, TB". Immediately after X-rays, blood, sputum tests and three months leave to Quetta or die. A year and a half later, when our financial problems came out, he got an X-ray. It was confirmed that there was a wound on the right lung that has ever healed itself. This does not make us want to strengthen our will, but rather to show the germ and stupidity of TB germs. "
You will see a flowing river of pain if you look behind the magnificence of writing, the beauty of prose and the tone of the speaker's tone. Everyone laughs or laughs at poverty and misery, but to make others laugh, is Joseph's courage.
In the same chapter, we explain further,
fast. From day one, we had many months, so we threw milk at the fitted bathtub and gave him milk. After that, it was a daily routine that she would come there as soon as she came in and we would pay her right. Glad to see her children grow up. If we had never been there or paid attention to her, she would have climbed into the forest and peeked through the fast. Her blue eyes were reflected in the great numbness. After breastfeeding, we would be happy with our children for a while. Then he woke up and didn't show up until six o'clock the next day. Kids at home ask daily how old those children are today. Had we not been to the bank on Sunday, we would have paid in advance for her milk tea on the evening of Saturday. Some days afternoon, we waited for it. How rich a pet's companionship and love is when he or she is sad or lonely. He also had four children. "
What tragedy ends the story going forward, and in what words,
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This blood was on our neck. If we were still on foot today, what hour would have come? All four children trembled in the rain. We sat the youngest on the table and dried it with a duster so it was not visible to the eyes. Hub was like a mother. The rain then intensified and we opened the steam and dumped it in three flowing streams. Because of this, she died. For weeks her sad blue-blue eyes appeared to peek from her fast. Finally, we got tired and stuck the brown paper on this fast. ”
Sir! Faith says, where did the laughter come from, and where the heart wept. Whenever I read "Yes mother-in-law was like a mother", all eyes were on the tears
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