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ArtistThe soldier stood in the middle of the ruined living room, surrounded by broken furniture and shattered glass. Despite the destruction all around him, he stood tall and stoic, his expression somber and thoughtful. He was a brutal man, hardened by years of war and combat, but in this moment, as he surveyed the damage to this once peaceful home, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. This was the result of the conflict he had dedicated his life to, and though he had always known it was necessary, seeing the consequences of his actions up close and personal was a heavy burden to bear. Slowly, he knelt down and picked up a photo that lay among the debris. It was a family portrait, showing a mother, father, and two young children, all smiling and happy. He gazed at the image for a long time, lost in thought, before finally setting it back down with a sigh. This was the cost of war, he thought to himself, the innocent victims caught in the crossfire. He couldn't change the past, but perhaps he could try to make a difference moving forward, to ensure that the sacrifices of those like this family were not made in vain.
میں چوکیدار کو 1650 تنخواہ دیتا ہوں اپنی صحت پر13 روپے اور تعلیم پر75 روپے خرچ کرتا ہوں،باقی گھر کا گزارا قرض لیکر کرتا ہوں چوکیدار مجھے ہر وقت ڈراکر رکھتا ہے کہ میرے ہمسایوں سے مجھے بہت خطرہ ہے،حالانکہ میرے پاس لٹنے کیلئے کچھ بھی نہیں، میں احمق تو نہیں ہوں؟
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