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

DEAD EYES

Today he saw her after quite a long time, of the time which he don't have any count. He would never recognize her if he wouldn't have heard her name, she was talking to someone and that in that conversation that person spoke her name out loud and he, who was passing nearby suddenly froze because after the name, the laugh was a familiar one. A laugh which can produce sunshine in the harsh cold, which can make pain go away, which without any reason can smooth en your soul. He turned to see and there she was, the one whom was once precious. She was as prefect as she used to be. The same charismatic girl he knew, the girl who took life as a happening thing, to her everything was to extreme because she never want a mid way for things. Everything was as prefect as he knew but than why his heart was giving him alarming sounds, why his heart was not accepting this prefect figure which his eyes was mesmerized from so he went straight to her. By seeing him coming her heart missed a beat, she was not believing that after so long she will b able to see him, whom her eyes wished to see with every passing second of her life. But things weren't the same they used to have or once how it was. They both greeted each other and talked about how life changes after and how they moved along in their life's. Soon they both parted saying farewell but he, he was lost in his heart, because it was correct something was wrong as the girl might b a prefect one but a broken one. He remembered that her eyes were sparkling one's, kind of eyes which can gave you peace by looking in it, which sparkling can gave life to you, those which were easily called happy eyes, which can easily gave the insight of her heart and her feelings, but today they were barren, having a coldness inside, a kind of coldness which was horrifying to look at. The perfection in herself was still prominent but without feelings. She told him once that "death sometimes is not just for your body to get buried or to the physicality of you, sometimes it's just to bury your soul which died" and he never agree to her on that. And today he knew what exactly age meant by the death of soul and it's burial and he understood that the emptiness of her eyes was the death of her soul, and those things which are dead cant have any signs of life.

SHE IS ALL CURSED !

She was leaving him as its been too long they were together. She was not leaving because she was over him but because he was getting addicted to her. His addiction was not letting him think anything off her, he was getting more concerned and more caring towards her with each day passing and that was scaring her, scaring her to death. She cant let him near her as she was lethal and dangerous to people around her. "Why are you doing this to me? You prefectly knew that I can't think my life without you. I want you in my life. You were in my life when I was disowned by everyone. When I was broken into hundred of pieces and I was unable to gather myself up but u reconstructed me. You made me what I am today. How could you possibly do this to me." She was speechless because she was doing something bad to him, she was again making him the same scattered soul she once knew. But she was helpless, she can't help it because she knew staying with him will make her pay one day, as he was her weakness now and she had always suffered at the hand of her weaknesses. " Well everyone have to go one day and I guess it's my time but it doesn't mean the end of world or that you have done something wrong. It's just me! I am cursed for people around me. Those around me got hurt because of me and those bad vibes I got. Happiness are not meant for people like me so how come you thought about me being happy. And you are talking about reconstruction how could I ever reconstructed you? Haven't you seen how broken I am? Haven't you observed my deserted eyes? Haven't you witnessed me getting lost while you talking and my illogical n unsensible talks? So how could I be a blessing to someone when I am a curse to my ownself. So going away from you or making you away is for you own betterment because I don't have the strength to loss you as I have already lost alot on the way of my journey. So I am just making you safe by doing this." And with saying this she left him, hurting him again which she never wanted but this will heal n he will b saved from the curse she had on him. But he will never understand it he will always consider her the culprit the guilty and most of all a evil mean selfish person. But she is all cursed!!!

A Literal Grave

in the memories i resurrected you , every day , every time , but this has been killing me ever since , breaking me down , burning my heart , drenching my soul in tears . now is the time for the memories to be buried so i rip your skin off and with ink of your blood turn you into literature . in the page's grave u will be buried forever with people just to mourn on and with it dies the crying girl and a new powerful soul is born...!!

Battlefield

Bring it on ;)

Sketch Artist: Haseeb Khan
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Shattered Boy

 he was depressed he was pained
through what he went, he was never trained
once a girl battered him
after her no one could gather him
life was being so cut-throat
to the end of breath he was brought
he yoked himself in the cave of thoughts
he was tired opening knot after knot
he screamed aloud name of his mate
for all these miseries he complained fate
he stayed awake late in that couch
thinking all those pains made him ouch !
he behaved manic
because he was panic
nobody helped him get out of that cage
shattered boy died living in that mirage
he wokeup in heaven after his death
what a cool breeze he took a breath
finally the phases were over
no more pains, he was no more a rover
death was the solution for all the problems he was worried
let's be like the shattered boy and gets burried !!

-Qaynat