The Dictator’s Curse
Short Story Kaleem Butt Forty-five year old Professor Akram , the master storyteller of ‘ Land of Pures ’, known as man of uncountable words and stories, walked past the huge tower of curse, his eyes went upwards to the hourglass that was filled with the dictator’s curse, the curse inside the glass looked like some kind of white liquid. Professor Akram sighed walking away quickly, firmly pressing the spectacles that he held in his right hand since his lips were sealed with a black tape, he was unable to speak. He’d to walk a mile from the isolated area of Kaf City, and show his presence at the dean’s office testifying that he was the happiest citizen in the dictator’s regime, even if being a storyteller his lips were sealed. In his early days Professor Akram was a clean shaven man, it was said he was a charmer and any woman could fall for him just by listening to his magical stories. Stories that gave...