Isaac would put a sleeping pill into their tea, which would put his so-called friends to sleep, thus giving them time to escape.

— Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee, Short Stories for Children

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Short Stories for Children

by Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee

Children Fiction · 50 pages

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“Caught between sorrow and happiness, he had to decide, to get over his sorrow for Natasha, Susan’s and his Natasha.”

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“Daughter of late journalist Ahmed JeevanJee, Zeenat Iqbal HakimJee is a fiction writer and poetess who loves weaving magic with her words.”

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“Again it was instinct that saw them together, this time hers and nobody knew where it would lead.”

— Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee, Short Stories For Adults

“Happiness glowed on their cheeks when they faced the colourful world.”

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Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee

I love contemplating about nature and the mysterious ways in which it works. Reading is my life now. A cup of coffee, serene environment and lot of books is what I call a heaven.

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