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Encountering EmancipationEncountering Emancipation
The cage was opened but she didnt fly. A bird forgets to fly if she is kept in a cage for years. My daughter read the last sentence of the book, the book got closed and she was upset. In the living room, her eyes fixed on the drawer of the TV trolley, she was trying to find something. Focused in even small things, she would never compromise on putting her best in anything she does. She is my girl but completely unlike me.
What are you trying to find? I have just cleaned that drawer yesterday.
Who uses it in our house that you will find it?
I will find it myself. You dont worry. You just see this.
I am sitting on a long sofa and trying to relax while she is busy in her treasure hunt for the correction pen. Tasneem passed me a photograph. Photographs bring memories back and you feel like you are back in that old time, living all those moments again. It was her childhood photograph
The Invisible ManI was sitting there like an invisible man. It was by my own choice. A lady came to the street where ATM stood tall. I was waiting since so long. I robbed her. The ladies who who saw me are now dead. The street was not a busy one. There were only four females, one got robbed and three got killed. Why did I leave the one whom I robbed? The answer is simple. I love hiding, like an invisible man. The hide and seek game was listed as an achievement in my resume of life. Secondly, I only rob a person once. There were only two choices either rob or shoot. I chose money and I am still the invisible man. Police is still trying to find me but they wouldn't be able to find me because I am an invisible man.
I was sitting there like an invisible man and dreaming such non-sense.
SMILESmile does it for everyone. Just a smile. Have you ever received a smile from stranger? It is so selfless that it just gets into deepest chord of your heart. You know it is not fake. You can feel the warmth and the joy. Even fake smiles work. It has a fair chance to make you happy but more than that it does make other people feel special. Still try to put a heartfelt smile rather than a fake one. Smile to everyone, even if that person is a stranger. Who knows that smile can change that person life forever. Who knows that smile can vanish some anxiety/worry which had a strong potential to make a huge lost afterwards. Who knows that smile can give him/her a zeal to live.
Pass it on with a smile
Thank you - Mom - you rockA mother love is everybody's first love.
So is mine, and will always remain.
Maa, Thanks for always being there.
For being my best buddy.
For doing every possible thing to make me happy.
For all the time, support and moments we share.
For shaping my personality.
For encouraging me every time.
For seeing dreams from me.
And all the unconditional love.
Now its my time.
I wish and pray I can do the same.
Wish me luck.
Love ya Mom.
Love of a full year, one day of recognition
Love of a lifetime.
And you my dear God, you are great. Life is indeed a blessing in so many ways and its only you who could make such special creations.
My MomMother - a feminine manifestation of love. Love that is name of sacrifice for her when she doesn't eat something so her child (no longer a teen) can enjoy eating it. Love, which shapes up as hope when she wants her son to be best and succeed. Love molds into her pride when her darling walks up to the rostrum and gets an award. Love which turns into aggression so she can fight for his son's survival, fetching for him his well-deserved recognition. Love becomes support and guidance, ever ready to be given whether he wants it or not. Her love can be illustrated as a hug, as a pat on her back, or may it be a compliment or simply, magical and soothing "Love".
My mom – a part of me, she is part of my life – most appropriately – she is my life. She is so very important I live through her breaths. I am her reflection, ambition, hope and faith and she is my mirror. Her love is unconditional, priceless and precious. Thank you my dear God for giving her to me as a blessing of yours.
Haunting Deja VuHaunting Déjà vu
It was Friday the 13th. The fairy angel was walking aimlessly whole night. The night, which was under the magical spell of full moon, betrayed the fairy by taking away all her magical powers. Though she still had her wings intact but now they were just reduced to ornamental prominence. She could no longer fly in the wind. The wind danced to the howling of the wolves and snatched the red roses out of the mother tree's hands. If fairies had blood in their bodies, she would have surely bled out completely from such treachery but her wings were red due to the color that roses shed to share sorrow with her. The bed of roses crushing under the angel's feet led to a grave. She was so engrossed in her spirit's hollowness that she didn't know she was in a graveyard. On reaching close, the sight and the mind started to converse with one another. Her consciousness took the message that her senses were trying to convey; it was her worldly name on the grave. But the fact sti
Before the dawnI
Ahmed was deeply engulfed in a book. He was enjoying the first printed edition of a vintage book. He loved to collect antiques and then sell them so other people can have the pleasure equally. Old is Gold, and they truly believed its preciousness. Similarly there is nothing like first love.
Sara entered the antique shop. He went to the entrance to receive her.
"A donut for you."
"Like always, thanks"
Antique furniture and there conversations were a routine. Ahmed excitedly showed Sara the new addition to hBedis collection.
"I got this book for just $10. They were throwing this valuable piece into trash. A 50s original. See! This is a first edition print. It is a personally signed copy."
"Very interesting. Great addition to be exact."
"So how was the day at the shop?"
"The usual plain donuts, sugarcoated people."
"That isn't that boring!"
"Just stand there for some hours and you'll know"
"Did you make any new sketches?"
"The ones which are for the university projects."
"I would love t
He's InsaneHe knows he was special, he always felt that uniqueness somewhere inside. He knows the fact that never in the history has been anyone exactly like him, nor will there be again. He also knows that every man was unique in his own way but he is among the lucky few people who realize it.
He is loud and full of life in the deepest details. He loves to talk but it was not the case when he was a child. He didn't speak for two years on this earth because of which his parents were quite worried. They consulted a doctor and after the checkup the result was out. "Whenever he'll speak, he'll speak to such an extent that it will be difficult for you to make him silent", predicted the doctor back then. The guess came true; he is a complete chatter box. Now he wants to be a motivational speaker. He wants to change the world and the minds by using this skill in his workshops where he can help people to improve and kindle a spark of hope in them. He believes small steps lead to a bigger change. People
The Chance The Chance
"What do you mean by saying we should give this relationship some more time?"
"Are you mad? I don't have any free time to spare, at least not for you"
"But Faiz… I can't even imagine my life without you."
"Do one thing, take some sleeping pills! It will help you to get some sleep, at least for tonight."
Faizan ended the call. He always used his left hand to do so, always. As soon as he pressed that button, his sight went to the watch that he was sporting on his wrist of the same hand.
The gold-plated watch compelled the memories to flow from his mind into his heart and continued its journey with the blood completing its uninterrupted cycles throughout the body. It was his twenty second birthday when he was gifted this watch by her girl friend Mayra.
"Thank you so much. I simply love it."
"After all our choices are so similar."
"..and I love you."
He could smell her aroma in his bedroom. Place where they shared some lovely moments, strangely not toget
Waiting For The Right Girl | John x ReaderYou are John for the moment.
John was waiting for the perfect girl. He was following his dad's wisdom by not having premarital sex, he dated a lot but none of those girls were the one he felt was his destined soul mate. (F/n) was the girl who John loved but she had a crush on Dave, John's best friend.
That was the girl that he wanted as his own, but he was so nervous around her that he couldn't ask her out. She would never know how John felt. John would never have kids, get married, or get laid, and it was all because he didn't want anyone but (F/n).
John knew his friends had already done the deed, and he didn't care that they did. It was just when they tried to get him laid that John minded having friends that had already had sex. It was why he couldn't drink too much at parties, he couldn't get drunk or else they would try to play drunken match maker. One time he had blacked out but had found himself in a bathroom at his house, being hung ove
Peleamos? [VarXod] Con finales alternativos.-¿Podrías escuchar por un segundo lo que intento decirte? –murmuró esperando consentimiento el de barba, hacia lo que parecía ser su pareja, bueno, hace unos segundos lo eran.
-No, hueón, no puedo –exclamó sin pensar, sin muestras de resentimientos-. Me tienes hasta la corneta con tu hueás hipócritas.
-¡Escúchame, por la cresta!
Llevaban horas discutiendo, paseándose molestos por la habitación sin llegar al mero acuerdo; las orejas enrojecidas del santiaguino demostraban la falta de calma que ausentaba en el ambiente. Cada cierto minuto el contrario se arreglaba los anteojos, los limpiaba o se los subía por el puente de su nariz, llevando su mirada a un punto más cristalino pero sin derrochar gota.
Se encontraban en la capital, luego de un evento al cual los dos y más asistieron; cada uno, honestamente, podía afirmar cuánto disfrutaron del afecto del p
Loki x Reader (maybe a little Thor) kidnappedYou were home alone, your sister and daughters were going out with their friends for the weekend. You lied to your sis that you would be spending this time with your bestie too, but she was actually out on a Girl Scout event, doing a charity event with ROTC, (in a sarcastic tone) rescuing baby monkeys from predetors in Africa, and oh, let us not forget her social life. 'Okay so your best friend did a lot of things that did not revolve around you. Was not end of the world, unless it was not telling you what she got you for Christmas, she's evil if she's not going to tell you what she got you. You were really hoping it was that Loki funko doll and the new Marvel video game either Lego or original, oh and the Tom hiddles shirt. It was true she spent aaa fortune on you instead of all her other friends, so you should give her more credit than you do, right? F... No, you just lost your parents, you should be the center of her attention right now. But nooo, instead she gives her attention to
Toshiro Love Story - Toshiro x Yuko Chapter 1
Yuko Sarumi is the third seat of Squad 10, her skills are very high but her speed is her best bet, her hair is black with some red high lights, her eyes are blue but her zanpakuto is one with the shadows people say that a person who uses shadows has a dark side of them but Yuko doesn't.
The only thing really that makes her scary is when she finds out her two twin brothers either fight or when people make fun of her height, yes she is close to Toshiro's height maybe a inch taller but everytime someone calls her 'shorty' she always comes up with the saying "I might be short but you know the bigger you are the harder you fall".
She's known to make that state meant true but today she was doing paper work with Toshiro since 'somone' is drunk and passed out, that's one more thing about Yuko shes helpful too but her real secret is that her childhood best friend Haru went along with Aizen and Gin, it really made her sad but her friends and her squad helped cheer her up.
After a while of writin
In the cold light of morning...I was exhausted. All I really wanted was just a bit of sleep. After a long day of a lot of walking, talking, laughing all straight after an almost sleepless night, my brain started to give way. I could barely keep my eyes open through the evening chatter and different YouTube videos. I had to talk myself out of watching a movie that under other circumstances would have been very interesting, but at that point it filled me with dread. My best bet was citing her being already asleep, hence a legitimate excuse. It took a bit of farewells and few good pleasant words said around, accompanied by gin-tonic before he left to watch the movie along with his girlfriend and newly refreshed gin-tonic…
It was such a bliss finally putting my tired body on the mattress lying on the floor where the lower bunk of a bunk bed should have been. I could’ve fallen asleep just like that, but the lights were still on and alarm needed setting, otherwise there was no chance in hell of me making that
A Christmas HomecomingAs I gazed out the window holding my mug of coffee, I admired the freshly fallen snow on the front yard and my car. My location was Montana and while I missed my family back home in Washington, snow was something beautiful to look at. After marrying my husband James, we moved to this snowy state to help him further his career as a construction worker and so far, the move wasn’t so bad. I kept in constant contact with friends back home and had made new ones. But now it was Christmas Eve and I had no friends around; or a husband. A week ago, James’ boss requested that he fly out to Florida to supervise a job site and being alone in our house was incredibly lonely. But today, that would all end when James came home; or so I thought. My phone ringing brought me back to reality so I set my mug down and answered. “Hey baby, are you at the airport?”
“I wish I was Sara but no...There was a freak hurricane this morning and don’t worry, I’m ok but it mea
Astronomy DivineAstronomy Divine
The angel picks herself up from my bed, gliding softly across the hardwood floor. She picked up the card I gave her off the nightstand and read it to herself, reciting every line perfectly.
“As not to abandon the grace God has given to me I write you this out of the most sincere thanks. You are my greatest friend and wife, the only one I will ever allow myself to wake up to every morning. Without you I feel incomplete, but I feel that's what all other men say. What I say is true, but there's a sort of lacking to it. I feel as though I need a one of a kind phrase to go with a one of a kind angel like you. You are my Astronomy Divine, my perfect star, the sun of my life that keeps me awake and alive.”
She smiled a soft smile whilst small tears glided down her smooth, wrinkle-less face. Her white-as-snow skin emulating a bright light that could not be matched. And her voice, a truly beautiful and majestic voice, the voice that makes men we
Jack and Jill a South Park Story.The sun shone brightly through the slits of the blinds piercing the calm darkness that pervaded the room. Stan Rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stretched out his arms, He looked around the darkness of his room and felt something laying next to him. He turned to see the tousled raven hair of his Girlfriend Wendy lying next to him the scent of her shampoo wafting through his nostrils. The memories of the last night returned to the young man, The party at Craig's, the kissing in the hot tub, the wild dancing. Just a typical college night.
They were exhausted by the time the party finally wound down around midnight so they came back to his place to rest. He felt down at his bare chest his undershirt lying in the corner no doubt tossed there in a heat of passion.
He smiled at the young woman laying in his bed, He felt like he was the luckiest guy in the world from her beautiful raven locks to her purple painted toes she was the most beautiful girl Stan knew. Of Course looks
What To Do With You, Hiruma-kun?We may major together, go anywhere together, even live together, but we barely have our own private time. Hiruma-kun, sick of girls asking him out and people asking him if he has a girl already, decided to claim me his and he forced me to do the same. I have no idea if we’re officially a couple, but Hiruma-kun DOES act like boyfriends do often, like walks me home or accompany me whenever I want to go out. He also asks me to accompany him whenever he wants to go out as well. When I decided to move out, since the university is three stations away from my home, Hiruma-kun as against the idea and decided to have me move in with him, because I insisted on refusing to have him pick me up every day since his condo is rather close to the campus. He even insisted on refusing to accept any payment and bought the furnishing for my room. In return, I manage the place from cleaning to making dinner, since Hiruma-kun barely cleans his condo and doesn’t have a balanced diet, which is bad
The Silent SpaceHe talked so much, as if it would never end. She was tried of his endless talks; her patience was all consumed. The ambiance made her more vulnerable. She asked him to stop blabbering. She wanted him to make some love. Passion was still missing in his eyes; speech was the only sense that he used. Romance absent, so was sexual pleasure. She asked him to sense what her hearts words were, what messages her smile conveys. After all the real pleasure is in acceptance, in your hearts defeat. Instead, he made her silent. And the night ended like that, in silence, forever.
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