It was winter ... When I woke up in the morning, my intention was to go out. After breakfast, he left the house and turned towards the bazaar without any intention because after leaving the house, he had not been mentally determined to go to a specific place. When I reached the bazaar, I passed by this special bookstall located in the city, from where I used to buy books for myself since childhood and bring them home. Since I haven't been to this bookstall in the last one year to buy a book, I entered the bookstall without any thought and took a cursory look at the books decorated everywhere.
Reading the names of the books from the books, he reached the portion where the books of philosophy are arranged in an orderly manner. Since the early days of my youth I was fascinated with philosophy only to the extent of my name, but by then I would have taken home any book of philosophy that I had bought or asked for from a friend, etc. Forced to move away from. The main reason for this was not being able to grasp the philosophical issues properly.
Slipping his eyes from books, he went to a book (Philosophy of postmodernism (critical study) ... author Imran Shahid Bhindar).
Since I had already been reminded in my mind that no Easterner, apart from the West, was capable of writing anything on philosophy, I did not immediately touch the book after seeing the author's Eastern name. Then I don't know if it occurred to me that I reached for this book and picked up the book and saw its first page. Then I hurriedly turned many pages of the book together and looked at a page in the middle of the book. Some of Kant's key ideas were under discussion. The author had a wonderful discussion on some of the points in the canteen philosophy that were already in my mind. After reading two or three pages, I once again jumped from one page to another, and when I reached another page, I was astonished to see that the author had read the most important and profound There has been a discussion of anger over ideas ...
Then he jumped on the last pages of the book and was overjoyed to learn that the author had made a deliberate attempt to dismantle Sufism and construction in a good way. I did not know how long I would stand and read the book and how much time had elapsed because the contents of the book had enchanted me and made me unaware of my surroundings.
Then Frederick Nietzsche said, "Satan whispered in my ear to take this important book with him."
After paying the price of the book, I immediately went back home ... As soon as he came home, he entered his room and sat back from the first page of the book to read it. I don't remember when I poured a cup of tea into my throat and how many bites I took down my throat. While reading the book, it was three o'clock in the night and I fell asleep with the book on my head with the intention of resting for a while.
