MM Ali is a columnist, author and poet with a mild temperament. MM Ali's first book, a collection of his columns entitled "Voices of Truth", has been published. Writing his first novel, Red Love, MM Ali launched a literary organization called All Pakistan Writers Welfare Association (APOVA), a leading organization for new writers. It is not only a literary organization but also a tourist, cultural and welfare organization.
After the tours, all the writers convey their tours to the people through travelogues and reflect the beauty of the tourist places as well as the culture there. These tours are arranged by MM Ali himself.
Recently, at a dinner at the house of Mr. Zubair Ahmad Ansari, the patron saint of the organization, Ali gave me his first novel "Red Love" as a gift. As this novel was read, the greatness of the country's border guards became more and more appreciated. Along with the love of a border guard, Moaz, the aspects of love for the homeland became clear. A playful and beloved son of parents who gave priority to relationships and love, a university student with a dream of the future in his eyes was a traveler of another destination but born in a military family at every step of the upbringing He had learned the lesson of love for the homeland. This training had instilled in him the spirit of love for the homeland which was far greater than that of a common man. After leaving the bride for a day, the country set out to eradicate the hostile elements. Rejecting and embracing the green crescent flag, he came back to pay his last respects to his love. The only child of the parents had attained the status of martyrdom in Ain Shabab. But no matter how many Maazs are silently sacrificed, but Ali scattered the blood-stained story of these young men on the page of the paper. Goes
Along with his love for his homeland, Ali's depiction of the beauty of the desert as soon as the reader begins to fade into it, the fear of the desert also introduces itself in the form of a storm. In this novel, Ali has presented a beautiful combination of simplicity and love. And even if love is a guardian of borders, it takes four moons when you sacrifice your youth to protect your soil. We ensure our freedom, which is why we breathe in the open air, and sometimes we may not even think about how many young people have fallen asleep in the dust behind our comfort and contentment, how many orphans have been left behind. Peace be upon the mothers who sacrifice their red on this soil. Peace be upon the brides who sacrifice their honey on this earth and save the honey of so many brides. Peace be upon the greatness of this father who is greater than courage and young man. Proudly handing over their coffins to the dust