"I can wipe away all your history", the kind person said. "What do you mean?" I asked "You will have no memory of the tragic events in the days gone by. I am asking you to sell me your demons", offered the kind person “No thank you! My demons are not for sale” Once upon … Continue reading My demons are not for sale
2 am - denounced even by the unhinged minds. The voices in the head grew colder and crueler. Who are you? A human? "Fragmented, befallen, burden," they chanted together. "Ignore them for they feed on your fears and indecisiveness," a voice of hope. One more day. A new sun will rise tomorrow. A new sun rose … Continue reading Prisoner of time
A week ago, I was having a cup of coffee in a random coffee shop when I saw two people talking to each other. What is remarkable about two people having a cup of coffee and talking? Nothing and yet it inspired a whole series of unintentional events. Their conversation was drowned by the geographical … Continue reading Harry Potter and other random things!
It seemed like a festive season that was dressed in despair and gloominess. Our extended families were beaming with joy. People we had not seen in ages had come to bid us farewell. For me, I had chosen silence as a response to show my discontent with the unravelling of the unfortunate events. I was … Continue reading Tonight I write those saddest lines!
"Watch the sunrise” has been on my to-do-before-I-die list for a very long time. My excuse was that life was happening. And of course, it was, but still, it was not good enough to not witness one of the absolutely majestic displays of nature. I had recently gained some confidence in my adventurous explorations and in that … Continue reading I found gold!
I wake up to the sound of Fajr azan (The call for prayer) and in extreme confusion get to the balcony. Azan and New Zealand, it just does not make any sense. The sky is darker than usual. Before I could establish anything further about my surroundings, I hear a loud, high-pitched siren indicating that … Continue reading Declaration in a dream
I held the “box” over the bin until my hands ached. I wanted to throw everything. I wanted to get rid of the last reminders. But, how many times had I already tried to empty this box in the past? Countless. In anger. In hatred. In a moving-on sense. But, I could never do it. … Continue reading Tabriz, Rumi, Ishq and I