Heart tears blood tears

Heart tears blood tears
Writing: Sokyaz Ahmed Remember

The youth's uncertainty in motorcycles crashes in Gilgit-Baltistan. Go ahead and play!

This column is written on this topic a while ago. I'll definitely read

Hey! O heart-hearted insulin! O chamber watchers! Listen to the mothers' mourning, listening to Kobi's crown of crab storm and siblings in father's eyes, becoming his heart and his eyes, see their eyes, feel their heart, and such measures Let's say that no such horrible moments are going to happen. Twenty-five years old, Ahmedullah rose to light the lamp of playing life. Yes, a lunch that was still open, which started to cure her parents and sister Bhawo with her perfume, that Anna came bursting in the dust of her lamb for burial. Do not think it's just a tragic story of Ahmedullah, this story is a story of every fourth fifth of Gilgit-Baltistan. In the past five and a half years, hundreds of Ahmedullah have embraced death in the same Shabab and left behind the tears of blood. If this situation continues, then 'Khakam Badhana' next Ahmedullah may be yours and me and the growth of wheat lungs can increase in sharpness.