Rahat Sahab: Mujhe Sunate Rahe Log Waqia Mera Hindi, Paperback Book, By: Redgrab Books

It was not difficult for the fans of this book and for me that almost every half century passed by showing a complete or incomplete picture of some incident or Sanihe would make this book a thousand tales of Alif-Laila. But Deepak, who is a fan of this book, intended to make some abstract in which he wanted to introduce him in the form of Ravi to people who had little or no relation with my nights. Some family friends, some friends, some friends, some dissenters, but let's be honest, most of those who witnessed my nights have passed away. This book is not Baazicha-e-Atfaal, it is a matter of situation and action, the tales and incidents that knock on the door of my Hafeez have become jumbled with each other, it is like a puzzle. Randomly cut pieces from a cardboard that, for half a century, have grown old blindingly by the unknown and unknown seasons like heat, cold, rain, sunshine, or rather, most of the papers in this book are so wet It is ready to put on the tahrir present on it, but the stubbornness of the author of this book has made every effort to make it systematic. Rahat Indori's picture becomes easy to recognize when a small window of interest is opened. I am averse to the fact that I have taken some time to show even the spectacle which has been happening in front of me. This book is like a black and white movie of the fifties-sixties in which a familiar picture sometimes loses its voice and sometimes squeaks, I wish people would recognize this picture, which he did not try to make, whose picture is. . . I want people to give it a name so that they can know where I am buried.