Revenge

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The dark night
The dark thoughts
I wavered, I hesitated
But my depresses, revengeful mind urged me to go on,

to take revenge from them.
I inflicted pain,
So much pain that they cried in anguish
Their cries were melody to my ears
I told them, ‘Beware, revenge is not sweet
You will be killed,
I will be killed,
Beware… ’

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Cruel fate

This is my 12th  post in 21 day writing challenge hosted by Jeff Goin

The successive failures

Forced me to surrender,

And to lose all hope.

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Lies deprived me of the truth

And the reality.

Betrayals wiped the word honesty

from my mind.

So am I left to cry of my

cruel fate?

A Letter to myself

This is my 11th post in 21 day writing challenge hosted by Jeff Goin.

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Dear Bariyah,
Solitude is bliss. Its like flying in the air and flowing over the water at the same time. Solitude gives you the sense of freedom. With freedom comes overflowing cup of happiness. And happiness is something rare in your life. I understand that is the reason you crave solitude so much. But you can’t live your life in the bubble of solitude. You have to make a choice. In your choice, you may have to sacrifice something close to you. Choose wisely!
Bye,
Emiline (your inner voice)

Dark heaven

This is my 10th post in 21 day writing challenge hosted by Jeff Goin.

This world is heaven but it is a dark place. When we walk alone we see  the true magnitude of darkness around us. Only hope and passion are tools against it.

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Some Verses

This is my 9th post in 21 day writing challenge hosted by Jeff Goin.

I saw you in the dark shadow

hiding behind the wall

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You know

you can’t lie anymore

And the truth is there

for everyone to see

The many forms of pain

Standing in the ice cold water in the beach

I felt like a cold knife had pierced my heart

Like I was falling down from a long staircase

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That sinking feeling was killing me

By then the sun had risen

It’s crimson hue warming my heart

And I knew that everything was not lost

It was the new beginning

The new pain

It is not Malal’s fault

this is my 6th post in 21 day writing challenge

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  Everybody knows Malala, not only in Pakistan but she is known worldwide for her stand on education. But if you are living in Pakistan you either support Malala or you call her American agent. But whichever groups you belong to, you need to make few things clear.

      Well, Malala like all the children of swat never had a childhood like ours. While we had no worries, she and her family lived under the constant fear of Taliban and not to mention the fear of closing down of her school. She realized the importance of education because it was taken from her by force. And while many of us were busy in our lives, she was out there taking a stand for girls’ education.

      Few days ago I was reading an article and in which the writer said that women are dying in Palestine and you wonder why we hate Malala. Is this a joke? How can it be Malala’s fault? She has got nothing to do with her. Some people argue that she got so much attention but the other women dying for this country don’t get much recognition. For God sake, she did not ask for the attention, did she? We, Pakistanis, gave her that attention. And who says that we don’t value the sacrifice of other women? We value the sacrifice made by them and we sincerely hope that it does not go in vain.

       Another point that people argue on is that 25 million children in Pakistan are out of school and she is getting free education in England. 25 million children are not her responsibility. Its government responsibility and they should fulfill it. And in case you forgot, Malala’s father made a school and she gave much of her award money to the girls who could not afford education.

      I think Pakistan is a nation of confused people. We always want a hero but when that hero is born, we are not sure whether to recognize him/her as hero or to go against him/her. Maybe its time we overcome this confusion and start giving credit to people who deserve it.

Hope

This is  my 5th post in 21 day writing challenge hosted by Jeff Goin

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I became a victim of severe depression in late 2012. There were multiple reasons for that. My life became so grim and I lost all the hope. There wasn’t any bright sunshine nor any silver lining as far as I could see. It seemed like there wasn’t anyone or anything that could help me. My parents, siblings all left me in the time of need. I felt helpless and cried day and night. The only thing in which I found peace was the remembrance of Allah. But I desperately needed someone to whom I could tell my pain and sufferings. In other words I  needed a shoulder to cry on.

Then one day I received a message of  my very close friend on face book.  We studied in the same school from grade 5 to grade 9. She was always very supportive and sympathetic.  I knew that she would understand my situation so I decided to tell her of my worries. She listened to me with patience and offered me the best advice. I felt lightening of my burdens after talking to her . My depression has been cured thanks to her wonderful dose of kindness.

I will remain grateful to her forever. For me she has been a life saver. She gave me a new hope, a new direction and most importantly she told me to remain positive no matter how hard the circumstances are. She also said that whenever I need any kind of help or just need someone to talk, I can always message her and she would be there for me.

A new hope

This is my 4th post in 21st writing challenge hosted by Jeff Goin

Bathing in the moonlight

She sat across the river

She looked at the moon

And a smile out of nowhere

came upon her lips

She wished that she could be that sparkling

So that she could ignite the light

In the world full of darkness

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She got up with

A joy in her heart

The moon gave her

A new hope.

Resembelance

Here’s my second post in 21day writing challenge hosted by Jeff Goin.storm-106426_640

She looked out of the window

And stared at the stars,

Deep in some thought

The heavy rain was pouring down

in the dark night

And that image looked

 just like her teary face,

 smudged with

black mascara.

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