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(An Extract from Indians in Pakistan, the Action Thriller on terrorism) ‘It was all my fault,’ I said frankly. ‘I was blind then but now I see the truth. You were right and I was wrong.’ ‘Mother would have been happy to see you,’ he told me, sadly.  ‘Too bad she’s not around.’ ‘Wh - where is she?’ I asked, looking around frantically for her. ‘It’s too late,’ he said. ‘She’s no longer in this world.’ ‘Mother, mother,’ I continued, not heeding him. ‘Mother where are you?’ ‘She’s dead, dear brother. She’s in heaven now.’ ‘No, it cannot be. She cannot die! I need to tell her how much I love her. I need to tell her how sorry I am for walking away. I wanted to introduce her to Najma, my wife. I wanted to - ’ Words failed me at that moment and I sank to my knees. There were plenty of kind words from everyone around but there was nothing that could console me – not even the beautiful hands of Najma wrapped around my neck. I was truly inconsolable. Visit the Fan Page of this exciting nov...

(An Extract from Indians in Pakistan, the Action Thriller on terrorism) ‘It was all my fault,’ I said frankly. ‘I was blind then but now I see the truth. You were right and I was wrong.’ ‘Mother would have been happy to see you,’ he told me, sadly.  ‘Too bad she’s not around.’ ‘Wh - where is she?’ I asked, looking around frantically for her. ‘It’s too late,’ he said. ‘She’s no longer in this world.’ ‘Mother, mother,’ I continued, not heeding him. ‘Mother where are you?’ ‘She’s dead, dear brother. She’s in heaven now.’ ‘No, it cannot be. She cannot die! I need to tell her how much I love her. I need to tell her how sorry I am for walking away. I wanted to introduce her to Najma, my wife. I wanted to - ’ Words failed me at that moment and I sank to my knees. There were plenty of kind words from everyone around but there was nothing that could console me – not even the beautiful hands of Najma wrapped around my neck. I was truly inconsolable. Visit the Fan Page of this exciting nov...

"Love blossoms in the most unlikely of places - a terror training camp in the heart of Pakistan" - An excerpt from Indians in Pakistan #Novel by Author Vivek Pereira. This exciting novel will surely entertain and enlighten you, revealing bitter truths, warped perceptions and diabolical designs, which together make the Indian subcontinent one of the most volatile and dangerous regions in the world. Join us in the fight against terror by posting only "ANTI - TERRORISM" comments on the FB wall of Indians in Pakistan at https://www.facebook.com/IndiansInPakistan Please feel free to LIKE, SHARE & COMMENT on this FB Fan Page Wall throughout "Indians in Pakistan" s ANTI TERRORISM WEEK from 27th October to 2nd November, 2014 . All are invited. And don't forget to INVITE YOUR FRIENDS!!!

(An Extract from Indians in Pakistan, the Action Thriller on terrorism) ‘It was all my fault,’ I said frankly. ‘I was blind then but now I see the truth. You were right and I was wrong.’ ‘Mother would have been happy to see you,’ he told me, sadly.  ‘Too bad she’s not around.’ ‘Wh - where is she?’ I asked, looking around frantically for her. ‘It’s too late,’ he said. ‘She’s no longer in this world.’ ‘Mother, mother,’ I continued, not heeding him. ‘Mother where are you?’ ‘She’s dead, dear brother. She’s in heaven now.’ ‘No, it cannot be. She cannot die! I need to tell her how much I love her. I need to tell her how sorry I am for walking away. I wanted to introduce her to Najma, my wife. I wanted to - ’ Words failed me at that moment and I sank to my knees. There were plenty of kind words from everyone around but there was nothing that could console me – not even the beautiful hands of Najma wrapped around my neck. I was truly inconsolable. Visit the Fan Page of this exciting nov...

(An Extract from Indians in Pakistan, the Action Thriller on terrorism) ‘It was all my fault,’ I said frankly. ‘I was blind then but now I see the truth. You were right and I was wrong.’ ‘Mother would have been happy to see you,’ he told me, sadly. ‘Too bad she’s not around.’ ‘Wh - where is she?’ I asked, looking around frantically for her. ‘It’s too late,’ he said. ‘She’s no longer in this world.’ ‘Mother, mother,’ I continued, not heeding him. ‘Mother where are you?’ ‘She’s dead, dear brother. She’s in heaven now.’ ‘No, it cannot be. She cannot die! I need to tell her how much I love her. I need to tell her how sorry I am for walking away. I wanted to introduce her to Najma, my wife. I wanted to - ’ Words failed me at that moment and I sank to my knees. There were plenty of kind words from everyone around but there was nothing that could console me – not even the beautiful hands of Najma wrapped around my neck. I was truly inconsolable. Visit the Fan Page of this...

Ejaz and I met in a secluded area on Friday night. We were discussing possible courses of action when the sound of light footsteps interrupted us. Ejaz looked at me in silence and motioned for us to remain quiet. Suddenly the silhouettes of two men became visible in the darkness. ‘Who’s there?’ I queried. ‘It’s me, Akbar Bugto,’ whispered a voice. ‘And I have Omar Sheikh with me.’ ‘We know exactly what you have been up to,’ said another voice. There was a long spell of silence as Ejaz and I pondered the meaning of these words. Akbar Bugto was one of the support staff who hailed from Baluchistan. He was a handy man who worked at this camp in multiple roles including that of an electrician and a gardener. He was the most visible person on this campus. Omar Sheikh, the Kashmiri software engineer and main communications expert, on the other hand, was usually confined to the control room or the communications centre near the officers’ quarters. ‘What are you talking about?...

 ‘And how did the Americans become the enemies?’ Irfan queried. ‘Weren’t they the ones who gave us money and arms, and dug tunnels for the mujahideens and even the Al Qaeda?’ ‘I just love it when you lads ask questions,’ said the trainer cheerfully. ‘Of course, they were our friends at one point of time. They helped us in Afghanistan. They gave Pakistan plenty of aircrafts, weapons and money to fight India. In fact, Nixon, the American President, sent a warship to the Bay of Bengal to attack India in 1971. Unfortunately, the war got over before it could launch an attack. But America did everything for its own selfish reasons. It was the height of the Cold War, and America viewed India and Afghanistan through the prism of paranoia. They feared that these two countries which were close to the former Soviet Union would pose a major threat to their imperialistic plans. They have always been imperialists and infidels. It’s only now that we have begun to realize this sad truth....