Amanullah

“A huge, purple bell, with three tender flowerets in its heart, ensconced in a crown of twigs. A sunbeam fell on the purple flower and made it glow red. The whole thing looked like a tiny world in itself, a fantastic world of flower and fire, light and silence." -- Bougainvillea”
― Sarim Baig, Saints and Charlatans

“The bathing boys abandoned their frolicking and gathered in a horde around the singing man. Nobody made a sound. Their heads swayed gently in tune. Even Malik sahib and the fruit seller looked enchanted. The mysterious contours of his voice in the mellow, orange twilight were like the sound of nature, the call of beauty. And the road water, though the filthiest in Lahore, mimicked the red blush of Heer's cheeks which, the player revealed, "were scented like a rare flower on a spring morning."
-- The Player”
― Sarim Baig, Saints and Charlatans

“People of this world are getting cleverer and cleverer," Aunty Annie announced, in a loud, emphatic voice, "But the men of our family, I'm telling you Nusrat, only Allah is their savior." -- Our Zubi Uncle”
― Sarim Baig, Saints and Charlatans