Ehteshamuddin

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Ehteshamuddin

Ehteshamuddin

@EhteshamuddinM

A storyteller at heart, I weave words and visuals as a writer, actor, and filmmaker.

Katılım Ağustos 2014
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@Richmuskheart1 This clever gadget (usually rated at 6V / 3W) is a dynamo that magically transforms the rotation of your spinning wheels into bright, reliable light for your headlamp and tail light on your bicycle— no batteries, no charging, no hassle.😄
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نعت رسول مقبول ﷺ آپ سب کی سماعتوں کی نذر کلام: مظفر وارثی نعت خواں: احتشام الدین
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Waiting for Godot….In a country where everything is “coming tomorrow,” two friends sit at a Karachi bus stop waiting for their Godot: stable bijli, affordable roti, and a job that doesn’t ghost them. Samuel Beckett would approve. A funny, heartbreaking Pakistani twist.. Because sometimes the real absurd theater is real life. Created, Written and Narrated by Ehteshamuddin. #ehteshamuddin #storytellersdiarybyehteshamuddin
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“Look Again” In a narrow alley of Karachi’s Bohra Peer, 78-year-old Master Ghulam Rasool sits on his charpai for 65 years selling mirrors and one unchanging line: “Pher se dekho!” Created , Written and Narrated by Ehteshamuddin. #ehteshamuddin #storytellersdiarybyehteshamuddin
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Pencil or Keyboard? Created, Written and Narrated by Ehteshamuddin The original parable in this story comes from Paulo Coelho’s book “Como o Rio que Corre,” published in English as “Like the Flowing River” in 2006. #ehteshamuddin #storytellersdiarybyehteshamuddin
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@EhteshamuddinM کراچی دہائیوں سے نوحہ کناں ہے اور اس کے نوحے سننے والا کوئی نہیں
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The Enduring Legacy of Karachi’s Parsis: Architects of a City, Now Fading into Memory In the golden weave of Karachi’s tapestry, where ancient flames flicker against the tide of time, the Parsis stand as silent sculptors—forging spires of knowledge, healing havens of hope, and empires of enterprise from the sands of a once-sleepy port. Yet, as whispers of their melodic Urdu fade like jasmine on the evening breeze, and bungalows with welcoming walls surrender to silence, their radiant imprint dissolves into the mist of memory, leaving a city forever indebted, forever yearning for the light they kindled. #Ehteshamuddin #Storytellersdiarybyehtesham
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