The Seven Children

It's been awhile since I'd active over here. A month, I assume. The reason  was simple: I was waiting. There's been enough of melancholy and blood in my blog, too much politics and tales which don't have a quite convenient end, not in this world, anyways. So yes, I was waiting for something almost...magical (seems … Continue reading The Seven Children

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9/11

Yes, it was fake. We all know that by this point. Nevertheless,  let's be human. It's a fact that people died that day, a hoax or not. 2,976 Americans. 2,976 families. They were the victims of a devious drama, no one should go through what they did that day. No one deserves to die like … Continue reading 9/11

When will this stop?

Today, I finally read about the Rohingya Muslims. About the atrocities committed against them. About the evilness in the world. And those barbaric Buddhist, people who wouldn't dare harm an insect, but are willing to crush the little fingers of children by running them over with a motorcycle  (and yes, that has taken place. A … Continue reading When will this stop?

The Shoeless Kid

Two days ago, on Chaand raat*, I walked the richest streets of Islamabad for some last minute shopping, when I found this kid hugging the bed of the concrete floor. He slept a little far from his Burqa-ed mother, his eyes shut, his body curved into a comma. The mother held out a few miswaks … Continue reading The Shoeless Kid

Mother of Three

Dedicated to the children of Syria,  You kids are the real heros.     --- It's not the melody of the birds, but the cry of a mother of three, Her meaningless words of despair, her unheard agony, That greets me every morning, but I've learnt to go to sleep, I tell myself that her devils aren't … Continue reading Mother of Three

Muted Volume

via Daily Prompt: Volume <a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/volume/">Volume</a>   I watch her, that mother who cradles her child, On the screen, the reporters mute her volume, She holds the little one gently, but take a look at her eyes, And behold: a wild fire,the mayhem of a typhoon, From that hickory brown cliff comes a song, louder … Continue reading Muted Volume