July 19, 2019
Lifestyle, Passion & Unity
July 17, 2016
In a little village in Pakistan, eleven years old Ameera lived with her mother in a house made of weaved branches. Her dad died when she was only 2 months old. Instead of going to school, she worked in a sweatshop where she made expensive hand-knotted rugs with her little fingers for a mere five…
July 17, 2016
Those intricate stares from those obscure eyes of yours release into Hell's Heaven, for I cannot stay in the warmth of the cold rain. My senses are numbed with every drop, those icy lips blind my mind and all I recognize is your beauty. I will not destroy the only blessing left in my world,…
April 17, 2016
I walked out the door for another day of what seems to be a long hard year of high school. It’s not the classes that I think are hard, but my social ‘position’/‘rank’ at school. There is this one group of girls who are very popular, swag, and let’s say well known in school. Pretty…
April 17, 2016
If I ever have to have a past, I'd prefer it to be multiple choice. Will you remember me like a God? Will you forget me like a fly on the wall? The people in white tell me, "There's nothing wrong with you." But you and I both know that there's plenty wrong with me.…
April 17, 2016
Why do I feel loved inside the hurricane? I am the kite you see in the sky, trying to escape from all real reasons. For all I need is to fall into your eyes… into the fire… into the wild and somehow all is right with the world. For the flame that once burned is…
January 17, 2016
“Meronica! I am tired of watching that show. You should get ready so that we could go buy your dress and new shoes,” mom said. “Just ten more minutes?” I said. Mom was excited about celebrating my birthday in a few weeks. “I’ve got to go to work,” she shouted over her shoulder as she…
October 17, 2015
I felt myself falling...floating. Then my eyes opened and I was on the floor. It was 7:30 as I had planned on waking up. Since school started at 8:30, it meant that I had enough time. I quickly showered, brushed my teeth…the typical morning routine. I grabbed my backpack and again, glanced at my clock…