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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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