<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389</id><updated>2010-01-30T08:20:02.571+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog, Zulfiqar, Blog!</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/atom.xml'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-7643671124810170344</id><published>2009-10-08T07:44:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:40:24.992+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><title type='text'>The Secret</title><summary type='text'>Epic - Part III - Chapter 1The SecretDr Ibrahim Moosa Issa was a troubled man. And not just because of his name, which, as many people of faith reminded him, constituted a nomenclature and lineage of biblical proportions -- something he had to Wikipedia himself to discover what they were talking about. He was troubled, you see, because he wasn't a doctor at all, and because of something much more</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2009/10/secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/7643671124810170344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/7643671124810170344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2009/10/secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-3199128241066104693</id><published>2009-09-30T02:36:00.014+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:31:29.298+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><title type='text'>The Rescue</title><summary type='text'>Epic - Part II - Chapter 2The Rescue"Is that what I think it is?!" Cried Fatima Buritto and jumped out of her hammock.  Too bad it was her first time in a hammock and noone had really told her that one cannot actually jump out of a hammock.She rolled and twisted helplessly. Fine nylon strings stretched and tightened with each attempt of hers to break loose -- like a bratty 8 year-old kindergarten</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2009/09/rescue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/3199128241066104693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/3199128241066104693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2009/09/rescue.html' title='The Rescue'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-6831556751671493366</id><published>2009-02-25T03:49:00.023+05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T03:52:55.136+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><title type='text'>Romantic Republic</title><summary type='text'>Epic - Part II - Chapter 1Romantic Republic"The problem with being an atheist is, my dear," he flicked the cigarette expertly like Eastwood never did, then quickly ducked in vain as the butt boomeranged back towards him along the evening wind's wild, strong gust... "that it is really your own problem."  He cursed silently and brushed the smoldering remains off his Armani.  Damn, he thought, will </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2009/02/romantic-republic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/6831556751671493366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/6831556751671493366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2009/02/romantic-republic.html' title='Romantic Republic'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-5119290368391661079</id><published>2008-07-28T04:35:00.014+06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:07:49.819+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pakistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karachi'/><title type='text'>Britney Spears</title><summary type='text'>I began blogging in 2000/1.  Ha ha, yeah right, pops! You'd probably say.  Well, it is sadly true because the original blog from Karachi really sucked and is now stored securely at the US National Archives under Lincoln Memorial, and it won't be made public until the year 2055.  Even Dan Brown acknowledged its existence in his famous book 'The Mai Kolachi Code.'  I highly recommend that book.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2008/07/britney-spears-confesses-love-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/5119290368391661079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/5119290368391661079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2008/07/britney-spears-confesses-love-for.html' title='Britney Spears'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-2920681206857689817</id><published>2007-12-18T21:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T00:05:06.594+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pakistan'/><title type='text'>The End of Year Post</title><summary type='text'>The readership demanded an end-of-year post. And what a year it has been! Well, here it is with all due apologies and respect to freedom, liberty and the civil society's democratic struggle in my homeland.Special apologies to the original photographer whose photo I, er, enhanced, and those who appear in it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/12/end-of-year-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/2920681206857689817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/2920681206857689817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/12/end-of-year-post.html' title='The End of Year Post'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-2442377687199448660</id><published>2007-10-31T00:10:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T19:36:30.997+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Blog Post</title><summary type='text'>According to some readers of this blog (like my famous appearance on Oprah, they're also a figment of my imagination as no one really reads this stupid blog, ha ha), I should try posting more meaningful experiences.  You know, the kind that makes a blog uber-readable and ultra enviable.So, last week, I visited an unbelievable number of a few thousand blogs, which took most of my week's 8 minutes </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/10/great-blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/2442377687199448660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/2442377687199448660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/10/great-blog-post.html' title='The Great Blog Post'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-5053236895606294001</id><published>2007-05-01T18:35:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:27:06.404+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><title type='text'>Trapped</title><summary type='text'>Epic - Part I - Chapter 3TrappedHow ironic, he thought as he tried to make room for himself over the rusted cast-iron planks on the wildly chugging freight-car of the train: it rocked, rattled and screamed more than a bouncing cat inside an old canister of oil being kicked and hurtled by two 9-year old brats returning home from school after a bad day of getting bullied by Deishu the ugly, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/05/epic-part-3-trapped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/5053236895606294001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/5053236895606294001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/05/epic-part-3-trapped.html' title='Trapped'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-6784509539119511237</id><published>2007-04-18T02:45:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:29:09.336+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><title type='text'>Train across the ocean</title><summary type='text'>Epic - Part I - Chapter 2Train Across the OceanHe kept on walking until the land gave way to the ocean, which in fact was a muddy swamp of a river but he had flunked elementary geography in high school. Out of a corner of his eye he could feel the bi-plane now spiralling like a moth on three screwdrivers and eight tequila shots, so he rubbed his eyes violently because the corner of his eye had </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/04/epic-part-2-train-across-ocean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/6784509539119511237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/6784509539119511237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/04/epic-part-2-train-across-ocean.html' title='Train across the ocean'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-3640164012465678770</id><published>2007-04-13T22:31:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T02:49:46.098+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret chats with Halle Berry</title><summary type='text'>Now that Halle Berry reveals that she chats anonymously on the Internet, it's time I came out clean and reproduced this Instant Messaging session with her (my secret online handle is Abdul_Hashim_Cool_Dude, for those who didn't know):Anonymous_Girl_HB: Hello there, handsome.Abdul_Hashim_Cool_Dude: My God, you sound like Halle Berry!Anonymous_Girl_HB: How on earth do you know that?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/04/my-secret-chats-with-halle-berry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/3640164012465678770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/3640164012465678770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/04/my-secret-chats-with-halle-berry.html' title='My secret chats with Halle Berry'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-6067425311400729135</id><published>2007-04-10T05:29:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:31:05.116+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><title type='text'>Great Day for Freedom</title><summary type='text'>Epic - Part I - Chapter 1Great Day for FreedomIt was a dark, stormy night.  No, it was a dark, cloudless night with few stars scattered across the sky, like after a pack of cheap instant macaroni splits open with a crackle and a gush of rock-hard broken pasta pallets sprinkle all over the kitchen floor."Damn..." he mumbled as he looked up toward the sky and saw a tiny bi-plane spinning out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/04/here-begins-great-epic-of-our-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/6067425311400729135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/6067425311400729135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/04/here-begins-great-epic-of-our-time.html' title='Great Day for Freedom'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-124220297957204000</id><published>2007-04-05T04:32:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:37:54.146+06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Malaysian car that 'sounds like a disease.'</title><summary type='text'> According to this BBC story:Top Gear host Jeremy Clarkson has come under attack in Malaysian parliament for labelling one of the country's cars the worst in the world. The BBC presenter has been filmed attacking the Perodua Kelisa with a sledgehammer before blowing it up... In one article, he said its name was like a disease and suggested it was built in jungles by people who wear leaves for </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/04/malaysian-car-that-sounds-like-disease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/124220297957204000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/124220297957204000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2007/04/malaysian-car-that-sounds-like-disease.html' title='A Malaysian car that &apos;sounds like a disease.&apos;'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-111419130324225686</id><published>2005-04-22T22:33:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:22:49.183+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sulviga Hedraily</title><summary type='text'>That's how yours truly's name was pronounced on A Jolly Good Show with Dave Lee Travis. It was on BBC World Service Radio one Wednesday evening at 8:15 – circa '89/'90 if I remember correctly. The Pop Pal envelope was opened, amid fanfare, by the voluptuously voiced sidebabe whose name escapes me today.The sound crackled, reception dimmed and voices wavered as the shortwave frequency gave in to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2005/04/sulviga-hedraily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/111419130324225686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/111419130324225686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2005/04/sulviga-hedraily.html' title='Sulviga Hedraily'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-110889844864662852</id><published>2005-02-20T16:13:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:42:10.829+06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ustad Geek Ali Khan I.T. Column - Part 8</title><summary type='text'>Ustad Geek Ali Khan answers two more I.T. related questions.Assalaam-o-alaikum www, dear brother. Why is it that every time I type www.freegirls&amp;sex&amp;ringtones.com.pk, I get the following error: Page Not Found. Can you tell me where I can find free girls and sex and ringtones on the Pakistan internet? I have tried everything on Google but now in this hour of desperate need, I must write to you. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2005/02/ustad-geek-ali-khan-it-column-part-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/110889844864662852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/110889844864662852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2005/02/ustad-geek-ali-khan-it-column-part-8.html' title='The Ustad Geek Ali Khan I.T. Column - Part 8'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-110590050204956112</id><published>2005-01-16T23:28:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:43:46.148+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Übergeben Sie mich, der grünes Tuch, Willensya...</title><summary type='text'>In ausgezeichneten Gesellschaften ist das Symbol irgendjemandes geographischer Identität fast so sacred wie irgendjemandes fromme Rituale -- als Zeichen des Respektes zur Entscheidung des Almightys des Lokalisierens sie, wo sie sind. Die antarktischen Penguins möglicherweise abhalten, denke ich, daß fast alle Länder, Nationen und Pseudo-Nationen solch ein Symbol haben.Es bekannt anders als die </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2005/01/bergeben-sie-mich-der-grnes-tuch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/110590050204956112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/110590050204956112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2005/01/bergeben-sie-mich-der-grnes-tuch.html' title='Übergeben Sie mich, der grünes Tuch, Willensya...'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-109930845962538931</id><published>2004-11-01T15:53:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:40:10.612+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deleted Post</title><summary type='text'>Yes. This is a deleted post. It has been deleted to remove it from the blog.Its removal means it will not appear on the blog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2004/11/deleted-post.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/109930845962538931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/109930845962538931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2004/11/deleted-post.html' title='Deleted Post'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-109242136197898532</id><published>2004-08-13T23:03:00.005+05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:02:22.746+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon, dear flag</title><summary type='text'>There is a crescent on the Pakistani flag. It is representing the waning phase of the moon. The ground is a very dark green. There is also a five point star. The star is also the only lucky symbol on our flag.Of all the things we have molested, bent, distorted and twisted since our day of independence one 14th of August in 1947, the white crescent on our flag, to me, appears to be the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2004/08/get-well-soon-dear-flag.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/109242136197898532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/109242136197898532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2004/08/get-well-soon-dear-flag.html' title='Get well soon, dear flag'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340389.post-109134505101259558</id><published>2004-08-01T12:12:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:37:49.042+06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Dawn, oh Dawn!</title><summary type='text'>First, don’t get me wrong. I have great respect for Dawn. It is a newspaper of unblemished integrity and stature. Heck, I wrote almost all of my articles for Dawn and no other newspaper. Though I don’t know whether it was my talent or Dawn’s deteriorating taste in humour.I admire such legends of Pakistani journalism as Cowasjee and Irfan Husain and am a big fan of their writing and ideologues.And</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2004/08/daily-dawn-oh-dawn.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/109134505101259558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340389/posts/default/109134505101259558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.zulfiqar.com/blog/2004/08/daily-dawn-oh-dawn.html' title='The &lt;i&gt;Daily Dawn&lt;/i&gt;, oh Dawn!'/><author><name>ZH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17072386618384338659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>