Initiation of a Life

A boulder on the soul, asphyxiates the being, compels the eye to draw water, shakes the heart in most violent ways, takes away all the strength from the limbs, leaves one paralyzed yet full of life

AND HE DID WHAT HE SAID !

After a week she had finally gathered up all the strength she could and open the door to the room, which was the kingdom of her beloved son. And while stepping inside the room she was wondering that how everything in this room was intact and prefectly in shape while her son was no more. His room was still having the fragrance of his body spray in it's atmosphere and everything in his room was in no order to be found. And she picked one of his shirt and was about to fold it and when she remembered her son saying, "kitni baar apko kaha hai meri cheezain na thek kiya kary mhjy nhi milti phr" and with this she freezed, leaving the shirt on the bed again. And with this all the strength inside her collapsed and she sat on the bed, thinking about what happened a week ago which doomed her house, which had taken away from her the purpose of her existence. 16th December 2014, a day of mourning for her now, a day she lost her son in a bloody massacre on a school caused by the Talibans which according to them was a payback, but this was a cowardly action which can't be justified by any means. Her son with other 141 children were slaughter by those cowards psychopaths in the name of Islam which they used for their butchery. She remembered that last week he was having mild fever and she was worried like hell and like a crazy person was taking him to different doctors because she cannot see him in pain. But those maniac had shot her child million times and bleeded him to death. His green uniform was thronged and covered with blood stains, even his shoes were having his blood, and the amount of pain her son suffered can't b described in words but only her heart was feeling it now. She bursted into tears and was crying unable to control the pain her heart suffered. She picked a shirt of her son's and drawn it near her chest, she could still sense the smell of his sweat from it. She still sobbing raised from the bed and look around in the room once again, his study table was still having the papers he left on it with his specs, his laptop was on his bed, the right side of the bed was having the guitar he forced her to buy, his dressing table was having the perfume bottle open making the fragrance dispersed into the atmosphere, and on wall Army posters which was his dream and different other posters of cars and bikes which was his craze. Everything was in its place except her son, whom will never gonna be back again as he had gone. One by one things were popping up in her mind from the day he was born to the day he died.....died, yes he died at the age of 16, an age which was supposed to be the start of his blossoming years but in his life the span of spring was never to be come as the autumn was very merciless. He always told her that he would make her proud and the whole world would know her as his mother and people will praise her and salute her and he did what he said about making her proud.
@Quandeel

Risen from the ashes!

In the fire of their unfaithfulness they burned her; they burned her until her tender body and pure soul turned into ashes. A few days those ashes remained at the place they were. The breeze flew some of it that belonged to her soul but was lost forever. Over a course of few days, those ashes reformed. Reformed into someone that was not the same as old one but more powerful. The fragments of her soul were lost forever and could not be recovered. But she resurrected as damaged people know how to survive. Risen from the ashes now she lives her life. Stronger than ever before.

Waiting was the part!

And she, faded him farewell and her eyes were still following his vehicle trying to see his glance till to the time it vanished from her sight, hoping that it might b the last time she sees him and if it's the last time, she wants to fill her eyes with his pictures to pass her life with those images. The vehicle disappeared but she still remained there, in the driveway with all her emotions arousing to the edge where her eyes became watery. To her, he is her world, her reason to smile, her reason to believe that fairytales exist, and her most valuable possession which she is proud and also at times afraid to lose, nd for him she could went to any limit. But having him at her side, she could face anything that comes along her way as he completes her world. He once told her that he hated seeing her being weak n crying and she told him that she would never cry n would not b weak as far as I am near and with you. And today, after so long she felt the warmth rolling down her cheeks making them wet and this was because he was leaving her. He was not leaving her as he was over her, nor he wants her to face the hardships alone or to do all things on her own but was leaving her for the honour of his oath which he took to defend his motherland. To him his duty was always his first priority and she adjusted with this, as he was important to her more than anything and to him his duty. She was not crying because he prefers his duty more, she was crying because she hated this waiting part because she wouldn't be able to feel him around, she wouldn't be able to see him at the starting and ending of the day and she would be missing his presence around him. But this waiting was the part of the package he offered her or more rightly the part of him. And she adores his every part and aspect. To her everything about him was as scared as him.

Strength and Power

Mastering others is STRENGTH, Mastering yourself is the TRUE POWER.

Sketch Artist:
Haseeb Khan
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