Tarar on Elif Shafak

Mustansar Hussain Tarar's review of Elif Shafak's
"The Forty rules of Love"


۔الف شفق کے ’’ محبت کے چالیس اصول‘‘ میں عین ممکن ہے کہ مولانا روم کی حیات کو جوں کا توں نہ بیان کیاگیا ہو‘ کہانی پن کے لئے کچھ آمیزش کی گئی ہو لیکن یہ ایک گہرا تاثر آپ کی روح کی گہرائیوںمیں یوں اتارتا ہے کہ وہ آپ کی زندگی کا ایک حصہ بن جاتا ہے‘ البتہ اسکے پڑھنے کا ایک نقصان ہوتا ہے…آپ سمجھتے ہیں کہ آپ محبت کے تجربے سے گزرے ہیں‘ اسے پڑھ کر احساس ہوتا ہے کہ نہیں گزرے !

Translation:

 "Elif Shafak in her novel "The Forty rules of love" may have added some fiction to Rumi's life to weave the story, yet it leaves a deeper impact to your soul to amalgamate into your life. Still one remains at a loss after reading the book.... when You think you know what Love is, after the read up you may feel, You still fail to understand what love is!"


Comments

  1. ThinkingSeptember 21, 2013 at 9:43 PM

    hmm...very nice. Its always a pleasure to read a great writer views on other writers works...Tarar Sahib has his own unique way.

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  2. Nazish AminSeptember 22, 2013 at 12:41 AM

    Thanks Samina Tariq and Thinking for taking out time to visit my blog.

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  3. UnknownSeptember 22, 2013 at 1:24 AM

    Thank you for introducing Elif Shafak to me.

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  4. Nazish AminSeptember 22, 2013 at 1:52 AM

    Pleasure.

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  5. Sumara AnjumNovember 24, 2013 at 5:59 PM

    thank you Nazish .. now a days i m going through this feeling :-) ..
    "when You think you know what Love is, after the read up you may feel, You still fail to understand what love is!"

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