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Cement Factory employee Abdullah Hussain


Abdullah Hussain name will always live on as a prolific writer and fiction writer of Urdu literature.

At the age of 84, the creators of popular novels such as The Sad Breeds and The Tiger left the world. The story of the beginning of his creative journey and his connection to the pen is very interesting. He narrated this story to an audience at an academic and literary event.

I got my first job and when I went to work, there were six hours a day, with no jobs.

Be aware that where there is a cement factory, it is a complete hilly or mountainous area, and deserts that are not usually trees. A few days went by, and then I thought I should write something. The story started and the story went on and on, and I thought I had a sore throat, well I thought of where it goes and it spread over hundreds of pages. When I read and saw it, I thought it was a novel and it looked good.

Talking to four acquaintances in Lahore, he told the book printing company. I went and gave them the novel, they said in a few weeks whether they would print or not. I said okay. Finding out a few weeks later, he told me that the novel was fine and that we would print it, but the problem is that you do not know. So first you write some stories, we will print them, this is how people will get to know you and then we will print this novel.

I wrote the story to them. This story was published in the journal “River” in his journal Swiera. After that I went to them and asked when to tell the story, and they said it was not needed. You can write more if you want, if you don’t want to. As much as it is necessary for a novel to be published, this is the one story that has inspired you. That’s how the novel went into hiding.

It was later found out that. When I gave him the novel. He gave it to Hanif Ram, Muhammad Salim-ur-Rehman and Salah-ud-din. He was of the opinion that the novel was good. It should be printed.

About his English novel, Abdullah Hussain told me that when he went to London and took it once, I thought of writing about people who go to us illegally and then hide out there.

In his bar in London, there were people who were concerned with literature, art and film. He said that a young director, who had made a special name, saw my picture on a magazine and asked why it was printed, I told him that it was a literary magazine and I was a writer.

She heard me talk about my creations and topics in detail. I am also writing a novel these days. When asked, I briefly told the story. The director wrote me a one-page snapshot and took it to the filmmaker. He liked the story and thus became a feature film.

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