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SHADOW ACROSS THE DISTANCE
Aditya, a lively and outgoing woman from Kerala, never expected to fall for Vivek, a calm and reserved man from Mumbai. Their connection at a birthday party led to a beautiful long-distance relationship filled with laughter, late-night video calls, and surprise visits that keep their love alive. When Aditya decides to surprise Vivek in Mumbai, she envisions a perfect reunion. Instead, she stumbles upon a heartbreaking moment that leaves her shocked and devastated, questioning everything she thought she knew about Vivek. As emotions run high and misunderstandings grow, both must decide if their love can withstand the pain of a broken trust. Will they find their way back to each other, or is this the end of their story
TAHRID – AHLIL IMAN ALA JIHADI ABDATI SULBAN
Tahrid ahlil Iman ala Jihadi Abdati Sulban was written by Sheikh Zainuddin 1, the grandfather of Sheikh zainuddin, author of Tuhfat al Mujahidin, arguably the first written history about Kerala. Written in the context of the Portuguese Invasion of Malabar, Tahrid is a poetic outburst of rancor at the event of colonialism couched in eschatological reference and expressing the tone and concern of a pamphleteer. The event of colonialism lies at the background of the book.
āāthe book will be much used, and valued, by Historians of Kerala, along with those studying the local reaction to the activities of the Portuguese in the sixteenth century, and those concerned with the Muslim diaspora spread all along the shores of the Indian Ocean. -Michael N Pearson.