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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
Wolfy-kun - Kanda x Reader
You and Kanda were on a mission together since some akuma appeared near a town but just recently you got injured during a fight so Kanda was carrying you over his shoulder to get this mission over with faster.
"Kanda please put me down!, I'm fine so.." You trailed off being embarrassed by this
"Shut up. its obvious that if you activate it just once more you'll be totally exhausted, right?" He replied looking at you a bit over his other shoulder
"Your making a nuisance of yourself. Behave." He added a tick mark appearing on his forehead
"No way! I'm fighting too!" You protested
"A girl who cant even walk should just be quiet" He said annoyed
Suddenly he dropped you by a tree
"Ow...Kanda?" You looked up at him
"Stay here" He told you then lifted your chin up to look at him better "I wont forgive you if you injure yourself anymore then you already have" He added
Standing up turning around he stopped after a few steps and looked back at you
"There are only a couple left. I can handle them
Dear Martin,Dear Martin,
Today was a stale kind of day. The bitter taste of coffee lingered on my tongue and I wanted to hide under the beige covers that lay crumpled on my bed, remember, the ones my mother palmed off on us when she came to visit?
The apartment is still furnished in varying dull shades of colours that would probably look nice if we had any clue how to decorate. A pity I'm no interior designer.
I left the kitchen window open again last night. It was freezing when I woke up. What on earth was I thinking? Never mind, of course I wasn't thinking. I put sugar in my coffee after that. It's too cold today to drink disgusting coffee. There's still too much sugar here though, now that you don't use it anymore. I wonder if you even drink coffee anymore? I only started drinking it because of you.
My dreams are getting worse. I keep getting hurt. Sometimes I die. And everyone we know is crowded around me. And I'm getting what I deserve I suppose. It feels weird telling you all of this, but I
Under the African sky - pt1 (UkFin)
Tino breathed in the brisk autumn air as he walked to the bus stop. It was early morning in September. He usually didn’t wake up at 3.45 but now he had an extraordinary good reason for it. He was going for a journey to the other side of the world actually. Usually if people travel to Japan from Finland it would be considered having a journey to the other side of the world but going to Africa was close enough too. Tino was going to Swaziland after all and that country was at the southern parts of African continent just beside South Africa and Mozambique. It was way below equator so it was far enough for his taste.
While waiting for the bus he started up his I-pod to listen to a certain song he felt fitting for this day.
“Isä olen täällä maailman toisella puolen, ja laulan pappadaduda pappadaduda dappa. Äiti älä pelkää kyllä pidän itsestä huolen, ja laulan pappadaduda pappadaduda dappa.”
”Father I am here
Please Forgive MeShe could feel the fear of the boy. He was young, but would do. I need one... Just one. Her heart pounded in her head, and her hand shook with the thrill of the hunt. Cher, a fallen angel, a new founded demon, needed blood to survive.
Her blonde hair whipped past her face as she turned to face the boy in a dead end of an alley. He couldn't have been more than 17, but he was full of wrath and lust, and she needed that kind of blood. Cher brought out a switchblade, and chuckled. "Step forward, little lamb, this will be easier if you don't try anything stupid."
He shook with terror, like a rabbit in a wolf's grasp. He shut his eyes, just as the blade was dug straight into his shoulder. He cried out in pain, but again and again the knife was stuck into him, until blood loss drowned out the lights of his eyes.
Cher giggled, she enjoyed the blood. Not only it's taste but the way it was splattered onto the ground. She'd have to leave him soon. Eventually someone will come investigat
Chapter 1: Tony the Talking Clock X Journal!Reader
Tony stared at the clock on the kitchen wall. So much time, yet nothing to do with it. "Paige, what is the time"? Paige stuck her head out of her room, and looked at the blue skin man. "Why Tony, your a clock! You shouldn't be asking me such questions". She stared at Tony, his head in his hand's, staring at the clock on the kitchen wall.
"Your boarded aren't you Tony"? Tony lied his head on the table, hands falling to his sides, "Yes Paige, I am indeed bored"... She hopped out of her brightly colored room, her rainbow hair, full of at least of a gallon of paint. She ran over to the table, and set down some sticks and twigs. Tony glanced up from the table, and quickly put his head back down. "Paige, I do not wish to spell out my favorite color"... Paige pushed the pile closer to Tony. "Common you know you want to"! Tony sighed, and lifted his head up from the table, and slowly rearranged the twigs. "Sorry Paige, I'm just bored of the same old thing. Ther
Heartwork (Prologue: The boy in the playground)
It was a beautiful summer Monday. The sun shined so bright and it wasn’t hot at all. The sky was cloudless like a sight of an undisturbed swimming pool. The cool breeze caressed my cheek as I ran towards the swing set. I stayed in the playground for what seemed like hours; I had no company, I liked to be alone.
“What time is it?” I startled as I heard a boy’s voice from behind me. I turned my swing to look at him. He was a boy my age; he had fair skin, brown eyes, brown hair. He was wearing a grey Batman shirt with denim shorts and he was carrying a box of crayons and a notebook, or was it a drawing book? I wasn’t sure. I was guessing that he must be new in the neighbourhood.
“It’s almost five.” I replied hesitantly as I checked my pink Hello Kitty watch.
“Can I 'swing' w
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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