Philosophia

The Slave Click here to read the novel for free My name is KaKufu, and I am the ruler of this vast land known as the Land of Bokos. I am feeling happy, while I am standing in front of my hut, and watching these kids playing freely under the clear sky, without any concern or fear of enslavement. As I look at the vast expanse of this village; its beautiful huts, its people, its trees, its fields, and its wells— a feeling of gratitude comes to me, and a blessedness envelops my soul. For I feel happy that I have saved my race from serfdom. I wasn’t born a prince, neither had I snatched my kingdom from another king; I had created it, with the help of my friends, Sakufu and Pu,  out of a necessity that was imposed on my people by that vile specie of humans, who called themselves the Sokos. They enslaved my beautiful and loving wife and separated her from me, just a few days after our marriage. I vowed to win her back! They attacked and enslaved us, and made us serve in thei

The Slave The Slave is a story of a man who was enslaved along with his tribe, be a newly emerging race called the Sokos. That slave escaped their captivity and established his own kingdom, and challenged the rule of the Sokos. A Novel by Khalid Jamil Rawat

The Revolution The Revolution: A story from the ancient Indus valley civilization An Excerpt from The Revolution: A novel from ancient Indus valle civilization That was a fine evening. A great merriment and dance was underway in King Ruru’s palace—a usual sight in the royal palace of Kolachi! However, that day was different, for our king’s love affair had taken a new but pleasant twist; he’d appointed his beloved, Neelamal, as his new chief minister, and she was sitting beside him on the throne. The king was in his fifties—not too old to fall for someone in her thirties, and beautiful like Neelamal. His wife Ambika, the queen of Kolachi, who was the princess of the neighboring state of Alore, had died a few weeks ago, relieving the king from the bondage of marriage to enter the new relationship! Despite all his satisfaction and happiness, our king wasn’t fit to rule our country; that was because of his dementia. He was prone to lose his memory, persistently, after every two

The Royal Family: The Ruling Class of Kolachi The Revolution: A fiction based on a fictional ancient past of Indus valley civilizatio. That was a fine evening. A great merriment and dance was underway in King Ruru’s palace—a usual sight in the royal palace of Kolachi! However, that day was different, for our king’s love affair had taken a new but pleasant twist; he’d appointed his beloved, Neelamal, as his new chief minister, and she was sitting beside him on the throne. The king was in his fifties—not too old to fall for someone in her thirties, and beautiful like Neelamal. His wife Ambika, the queen of Kolachi, who was the princess of the neighboring state of Alore, had died a few weeks ago, relieving the king from the bondage of marriage to enter the new relationship! Despite all his satisfaction and happiness, our king wasn’t fit to rule our country; that was because of his dementia. He was prone to lose his memory, persistently, after every two or three days, due to a