The Creature

Once upon a time, in a land far way there lived a phenomenal creature. Wise beyond its years, it was the last of its kind. The creature was sent for Mans help. To make them see the good in the world and make them realise that they too, can be the light for someone else. The creature spent most of its time healing those around him. spreading joy and happiness.

This creature had to go through a lot to get such wisdom. Some days were harder than the rest but it knew that if it took effect of things it won’t be able to play its part , effectively.  What the creature never knew was that in order to keep on healing others with its aura, it needed to take care of its’ self as well. As magnificent as it was, the creature only knew to absorb the negative energies of the race of men and replace it with the positive ones. That’s all it was ever expected to do.

As time passed , being mortal, it began to exhaust very quickly.  It could feel that its energy to reciprocate vibes was diminishing and that it too ; like those before it ; was being drained of its healing powers. The world of Men had grown too awful for it to play its role efficiently anymore and this was what worried the creature , immensely. The creature had not many people it loved but plenty it did care about. After 19 centuries of absorbing the negativity and giving a part of its self for everyone else’s sake, the creature was beginning to feel hollow.

The lovely vibes it gave out were now asking too much of its will to project into the world. Its soul ; as ever other breathing entity it too had a soul ; was tired and heavy. It did not have anymore will to fight against the evil of men nor did its heart had the power to. It needed help but was too naive to ask, considering it was the last of its kind  and having lost faith in the world of Man…it was bound to be doomed.

The creature had 3 people it loved , after its own kind. They were HE, SHE AND HIM. Upon realising that its body is slowly and gradually giving up ,the feeling of letting go was painful. But it had to let them go. The people of the world of Men were not known to survive in the world of the mystical. As the creatures time in this world was limited ,it wanted to do one last thing for the people it loved.

The creature decided to leave tokens for its lovelies. It decided to go meet HE first as he was the oldest friend it had. HE was kind and sensitive, for which the creature had just the right token for. When it came to its place HE was found sound asleep. The creature didn’t want to disturb so placed its token on the bedside , smiled and flew away. Then it went to meet SHE.

SHE was the bundle of joy in the creatures stay on the earth. The loving and understanding were the traits of SHE. the creature found her sleeping as well. A loving smile formed on the creatures face as it left her token on the bedside and flew away. Now it was time for the last good bye…HIM

The creature knew that HIM won’t be sleeping ,dreaded this meeting but no good bye would have been more hard to bear ; so the creature went. Entered and found HIM asleep as well. Confused yet glad smiled at HIM, the perfect example of  a gentle soul. the token for HIM was exactly that. The creatures SOUL. Having gifted its intuition to HE and its heart to HER , when the creature gave away its soul to its most precious…it was time.

The creature said a prayer for the three of its gems on earth and flew away, never to be seen again. At peace knowing it had giving what IT was in the first place ; intuition, heart and soul to its gems on earth who would carry out its mission to the end they can.  ❤



Autumn leaves 🍂

“Let’s raise a glass or two for all the time I lost on you” – unknown

-This goes out to that one person who’ll never get to read it.



You told her ,very proudly I must add , this was when you got your retirement and did not lose a single day in starting practicing law. The first case you fought, you said, was against your own family.

She came across you , for the first time , when she was 8 years old ; No idea who you were. She remembers it , but not as a pleasant memory.

She came to know who you were when a stranger suddenly happened to call her on her birthday. One call. For the next 3 years. Young and dumb ; very impressed by the consistency .

She met you, for the first time , when in the middle of the road she was ambushed by a car and somehow you were there.

Too young to understand , she fantasised how you were ; her unseen, unmet, nonexistent…hero!

Time passed and you decided to show up. Connect. Respond. Appreciate. Although, she recalls, meeting you was never a charm. Rather awkward.

And then you left while she daydreamed. I remember her as an innocent little girl looking around, searching for you in everyone she met. It was a painful sight ,to see her wonder where you had gone off to.

Her black and white life got a bit grey when she saw everyone having their hero have them tossed up to the heights of the sky and they still laughed knowing their hero was there to catch them, always.

She wasn’t a child anymore. I saw her grow into that very feisty lady she is today. But it wasn’t easy. I saw her scared when no one else could. I saw her cry when nobody understood. I heard her scream when they wouldn’t understand and I saw her bleed when she struggled to begin again.

She told me , to tell you, that you were the hardest lesson she had to learn. She let me know that she gave her all and that letting go was a hard bargain she made between her unnamed hero and her happiest flaw.

Not until then had she realised why she dreaded the changing seasons. When the autumn leaves fell that day, she fell as-well and as they brushed away with the wind she wanted you to know;

She decided to call you baba at the age of 14. But it took you till she was 18 to repeat it yourself. She decided to let you in at the age of 15 but you never got the hold of this even till now. And she decided you were all she should invest in but it took you not even a moment to rub her off :’)

Now when the autumn leaves fell as she turned 19 she remains fierce towards the world but the only one who could hurt her was still you. The shine in her eyes thanks you for your absence. The power in her voice smiles at your miss commitment and the love in her heart blooms stronger than ever because of all those times you let her down and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Thank you ; for teaching her everything she needed , to be the woman she is today.


Them BOYs.

I have always wanted to say this. Read it in not many of the texts i have read. Heard it by not many of the sound voices of our society. Observed it more than a countless time. “Them boys ain’t no good if they cry. ”
“Boys don’t cry. ”
“Boys shouldn’t cry”.
“Are you a child ? what are these tears for? Man up, mate. Men don’t cry.”
“I can’t believe you man, you’re crying? ”
“Oh, for Gods’ sake, stop winning about your problems, be a man.”
“It’s hard to believe you’re a man with all these tears running down your face”.
“Hush now, boys don’t cry”.
“what are you, a girl? complaining about your problem.”
“Hahahaha you tell what’s bothering you like girls do. (LoL)”
“I don’t wanna talk about it, i’m not a girl ! ”
“dude, you tell your mom about everything that bothers you? what are you? a child? Men don’t do that, they deal with it, alone. ”

I call bullshit !!
If only this cruel practice was not carried out when we were kids our Boys would have been more emotionally stable. They would have been confident to face their insecurities. Talk about what bothered them. Speak up for them selves and for the people they care about. They wouldn’t have been emotionally unavailable.
Boys do cry. They should. They can. It’s beautiful. Someone once told me “Crying is letting your brain take over you emotionally and nothing is more beautiful than trusting your self .” and i’d say this is the best advise I was ever given.

Talking thing over with someone who understands is never wrong. Sharing it with your wife, your friends, family, best friends irrespective of the gender is OKAY. You could either bottle up things that make you feel depressed and eventually turn you into a pessimist and a lunatic or you could chose to walk the other path that does make you breakdown a few walls but helps you builds healthier boundaries. It could be anyone. Your long lost best friend or the guy who sits next to you in class and you just can’t stand him. Or maybe that girl that plays football in your team and your’e too shy to talk. being in friends with people what Click. it very healthy.

It takes a lot of nerve to open up to someone and only strong people can do that. being strong isn’t important. Feeling strong is though. I wish the mothers of our society had raised our boys to feel strong rather than to be strong. but we can start now. You and I. We can help. We can change our perspective about friendships , life and success. sometimes I do not understand if it’s our perspective that has made us so blind to the realities of our “well groomed society” or if we chose to ignore them. getting into a better place requires opening up. sharing your laughs and your tears. only if they had fantasized our boys like they fantasized our girls. A dash of glitter and carriage with a unicorn and all the jewels of the world. it wouldn’t have hurt to also write ” a set of die-cast cars and a whole track to build that takes you anywhere”.

Around me i’v seen many boys who live with the feeling that even their own family doesn’t love them. Fathers raise their sons like their fathers had raised them and grand fathers treat them like their grand fathers had treated them. I hear around me this is a male dominated society but in some spheres of life I have observed it is much more a female dominate society than anything else. The stand of feminism has made us Cruel instead of passionate for a set goal. although this also has its own reasons but my point is why in the race of equality have we fallen so far.

Some where in all this madness there is a child who wakes up every day making sure he makes his family proud and treats his mates right but as the days go by he changes into this lonely little boy who fears his own family and bears all sorts of remarks about himself and then becomes unavailable. this single word holds all that he might be going through ” unavailable”- emotionally. physically. mentally. spiritually and all those other words that describe that he’s shutting down and closing people out.

Then to this adds the game of “better grades”. it’s been proven by a research held out by physiologist all around the world that the amount of anxiety in the teenager of today is the same as the level of anxiety in prisoners of the 1950 asylum. I  know two brothers belonging to the same father. one of them gets zero appreciation while the other scores less yet stills gets remarkable appreciation by the father. Maybe unintentionally but this is the fathers fault that now this child of his has become a prey to alcohol and drugs. Telling your son that you appreciate his efforts won’t make you less of a father and taking a stand for the fathers unjust behaviors won’t make you any less of a feminist mother.

I can very openly say that WOMEN ARE CRUEL TO MEN AS MEN ARE CRUEL TO THEM. but if we don’t change this we will be breeding princesses full of dreams and princes full of foolish games that end up making a shallow feminist. I dare to see a world when our boys feel free to express them selves and are catered the same amount of love and support as our little girls because this is the time when we make our children either beautiful or broken.

PS: this goes out to all those who see such treatment and stay quite.


To MyGod

“There has been sent a letter to you, it says urgent sir .” said my guardian angle to MY god. “Whose it from?” He asked. “That creature in the third world country, Sir” “complains, i’m sure” said MY god.  “emm, i do not know, Sir. Haven’t opened it”. “put it aside , i have work to do”. ” emm, very well then, as you please”. Raising one eyebrow and noticing the disappointed tone of My guardian angle MY god asked “okay, hurry up read it out loud then. “…and it went like

Dear Dost,
I know you have a lot of work to do and maybe i’m the only one among you creatures that keeps reporting in you complaint cell and maybe that is why you don’t bother replying. I’M  SORRY. I know i’m not good at following rules but i do try. I’m very arrogant and rude half of the time and in the other half time i’m confused. I’m brave yet i’m not. I question everything and anything. I’m immature yet quite mature for my age. I feel like i’m going crazy. This once creature that you made believe can do anything of everything is now doubting it’s self and you’re not helping God. I know and believe in that saying that goes around that all that happens is for our greater good and when you take one thing from us you replace it with something better. i do believe in it. but i feel like my faith is shaking. and i know this means i never had a firm faith but that’s not true. i do believe in you dost. i’m just tired of waiting to when you’ll respond to all the postcards i’v sent and all the voice mails and the letters. I’m very ungrateful,  very impatient and very tired. I compromised with the fact that you did not let me chose my family. You told me this wasn’t my choice to make and i understood. And fell in love with them just as you had asked me to. You sent me a post card about 8 years ago that my life was about to get into the process of  who you wanted to make me and I agreed but you never said it would be this long. You knew how impatient i am and have always been. I don’t compromise on my standards and you said I wouldn’t have to. But i guess that is all i’v been doing for a while now. You’ve got me feeling like a child who has been doing nothing productive in days. I don’t like winning about things that bother me. You told me you made me a healer that i’d be able to helps others through my actions and words. i’d give them hope and courage and motivation and bring light into their life. but I feel like I myself is turning into that one toxic person I always asked them to stay away from. I would start up fights without any reason or even a logic. My mood swings are going from noth to east to west and then south all in one minute. And I am a constant stress to my parents, which i never thought i’d be. You told me i was the only optimist in my sphere and that it was job to help creatures see the good light. But I myself can’t see it now. I’m waiting for your response that tells me it’s going to be okay. And i’m very i’m patient for it. I have so much to say but it’s like i have it all processed in my brain but can figure out the the right grammar to explain.
Waiting for your response,
The third world creature.

“okay so, is that it? ” asked MY god.
“emm yes, Sir” replied my guardian angle.
“now write what i tell you to” said MY god as he responded to my Letter.

It’s dark because you’re trying too hard. keep the balance. I told you that I was preparing you for the marvelous life i have saved for you. but you need to learn to do everything lightly.
that’s all i have to say for now ❤ be okay because it’s going to be OK.
YOUR Dost.

“so thats it?” asked my guardian angle.
“Yes that’s it” said MY GOD ” now go post it”.
“it wrote such a long letter and that is you have to say, Sir? ” . ” This was only because it thought it was being complaining and ungrateful but now it knows, it’s going to be okay. do not interfere in OUR matters. we talk 5 times a day. Now go post it”


PS : It’s going to be okay. none of us are too much to handle. none of us is too emotional and none of us is just too much. lets just take this lightly, my child, lightly ❤



But Instead

“Like a compass needle that always points towards the north, a mans accusing finger always finds a women” -Khalid Hussani , an Afghan witter writes in his book “A thousand splendid suns”

We watch, observe, understand yet remain quite because we as a whole are hollow. many years back I came across an attempt to rape victim. From a gregarious person I saw her change, to a very quiet young lady. The days she was to spend with her friends playing and laughing were spend in her room curdled up in her bed. and it was as if no one seemed to notice. or maybe even if they did they dared not speak about it. or call the culprit out, hold him accountable for his actions. I watched the look in that mans eyes when ever she’d be around. and trust me that is a disturbing sight. I tried my best to make her speak about it. encouraged her and forced her to take a stand for her self through which she let her family know. After which i never meet her again. nor did anyone else for that matter. That was the day i realized that we as women are so weak. ONLY BECAUSE WE CHOSE TO BE.

When you see a strong individual you should realize that they were raised by a strong mother. Mothers of previous generations and our generation have provided the society with submissive daughters,only. A mother to a boy was always the pride to a family. While that to a girls was not equal to the latter. The mother to a girl made sure she raised a strong women. The mother to boy made sure she kept her pride first. All mothers are sacred, honorable and respectable but not all raise their kids to the best of their abilities. Some let their upbringing revolve on whats trending, like mothers of our generation. and some raise their kids to the best of their ability , kids being only their daughters. A submissive daughter isn’t weak, but for sure is deprived of her rights. while the same mother raises a monster in shape of a man. We mothers teach our daughters to ” not get raped” but not teach our sons to “not rape” We suppress our daughters but give a free hand to our sons. It isn’t only the mothers faults. We as sisters always encourage our brothers in everything that seems “exciting” . When the mother scolds the son for misbehaving We as fathers snob them saying ” boys will be boys”. Then a day comes when that boy of ours tangles up with a criminal record. an identity which must bring nothing but shame to the family but doesn’t because “boys will be boys” we hear them say and to top that off we have their sisters defending them with baseless unimaginable arguments forgetting that what their brother had done could have been done to their daughters as well. We need to understand that we ARE wrong in raising our sons and in raising our daughters. We as a whole make this society.

We men and women balance each other. If we don’t make our kids understand from the very beginning the DOES AND DON’TS OF A CIVILIZED AND CULTURED society we  will be faced with crimes like rape, abuse, assaults and harassment. MEN AND WOMEN ALL AROUND THE WORLD GET RAPED. I don’t speak in favor of women only nor am I a feminist. But I am a citizen of this crumbling society in which my son and my daughters will not be safe in the years to come. MEN tend to find excuses. WOMEN tend to project them. We need to get out of this battle of sex. We need to rise above it. AND CALL A CULPRIT A CULPRIT. Men can’t just side with a male rapist just because hes of their gender. And women shouldn’t project hate speech against men in the name of Feminism.

BUT instead we need to give our children enough confidence to let them know they are and will be protected. We need to raise our men with as much attention, concern and counselling as our daughters. We need to save the society in which we live for the betterment of our future if not for others. We need strong me. not physically but emotionally. We need concerned mothers to sons not only apparently but in reality as well.

We as Pakistanis have become SADISTS or massacrists ( i know that’s no words). We depend on someone to come save us. But we keep forgetting that even banni-israeel asked Allah for a savior Allah sent Moses, who was a man among them. WE ARE THE CHANGE. We don’t require anyone but ourselves to save us and our society.

PS: Lets change a society that says ” like a compass needle that points towards the north, a mans accusing finger always finds a women” but instead make a society that says ” like a compass needle that points towards the north a sound INDIVIDUALS accusing finger always find the fault” ❤



Sometimes people leave you
halfway through the woods
but you’ve got to grieve not
because no one leaves for good.

Well now you’ve got to listen
understand them well
you know there’s a reason
behind every crying well.

Sometimes people leave you
halfway through the woods
but you’ve got to grieve not
because no one leaves for good.

because they hope that when they come back
you’d understand them well
you’d hold out your hand
and make them cross the hell.

Sometimes people get scared
of what had happen past
they fear the same may come in near and cast.

Sometimes people get scared and lock them selves away
from every loving person
they’v met till that day.

Sometimes people act like
they don’t give a crap
but darling if you think they don’t
might as well look at them at last.

for some days and nights
that’s all I’v thought about
how to say goodbye
to all of you without a doubt
that when i show up again
you’d hold my hand and say;

We know you’ve been through hell
by every passing day
and that sometimes people leave us
because we understand them well
and we know there’s a reason
behind every crying well

because sometimes it’s better to leave
than to stay and hurt all the people
you’v loved till that day.

Sometimes people leave you
as it’s not safe for you if they’d stay
they know they’d break your heart
in the worst possible way

sometimes people leave you
Oh…only if you’d understand
that leaving the people you love
might be the weakest thing at hand

they know you won’t leave them
but they fear you might
Sometimes people leave you
but no one leaves for good.

in the above given stanzas there is only one point that the poet has put emphasis on and that is that when people remove you from their life there might be many reasons behind it. reasons you do not understand. reasons that might not seem reasons either. but the poet says that every one that comes into you life has to leave eventually. some get departed by death. others by time. a few by tides and some very rarely by reason. The poet speaks for those who were left out by reason saying that when someone leaves you out of their life by reason its because they made a choice for the both of them. a choice which might seem absurd yet painful to the other but it is full of thought and wisdom on their behalf. a choice that would shape your future with the peace of mind and provide you with the strength to move on. Not all choices are meant to be easy. especially to chose that leaving a few people out of your life for their betterment and not being able to explain it. The poet says at times you need to trust those people with their decision even if you don’t understand it know that they would never do you wrong. those who make a choice  for you , you should put your trust in them because someone brave enough to make a choice you couldn’t make would never do you wrong. The poet keeps on saying “no one leaves for good” by that the poet wants to assure you that the world is round and its small. shape yourself till time comes and they’ll meet you again. they might pretend that they do not care for you. but that not true. they do care for you. they cared enough to make a choice for you. never doubt their sincerity towards you. forever is a long time. that’s why it doesn’t last. In the end the poet says that maybe what they did was for your and your benefit alone. The world says that you should keep holding on to the people you care about . clearly the poet disagrees to that. the point of the poet is beyond that. the poet is sending a message that one should let them go. so that they themselves find their way back to you and understand you well.

PS: this goes out to all the people. EXTRACT WHAT YOU CAN FROM IT. because every interpretation is different.


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They say it gets better. Some say we get used to it. Others just complain. Then there are some who have reasons and some who feel the need to blame. More or less, one way or the other we all say “life isn’t easy”. There are those aswell who understand. Then there are also those who like to vent. We are all the same. Inside out.

From what I have heard Adam (P. B. U. H) was expelled out of heaven. If life was meant to be easy adam would have never been expelled from heaven in the first place. From what i believe when God sent Adam to start life on earth that is when life became hard. And that is how life is supposed to be because what was not hard was heaven nd If we don’t experience hardship how will we strive for the heaven we were kicked out from. There is this poem by starfire in which she says “You have to experience noise to value peace”

God sent us here to make it through this “life” so that when we pass our tests here we endup valuing the heaven that was ours in the first place. We as humans never value something when it is ours. We only realize what we lost when we lose it.

So the sooner we realize that there is no easy way out of this life. The better we will make our way into heaven.

PS : take this positively.


The Wrong Competitor

It’s just a theory that I would like to give voice to. It’s my theory about the war between God and satin . From what I see or force my self to believe ; as we all force ourselves to believe in something ; I think this war is just for the fact that they both had been hurt by each others behavior.

We all do know that satin was one of the creations of God that ruled the earth long before us. He loved God, obeyed him, respected him. From what I have heard satin used to worships God even more than the angels and even though he was a creation of fire he was still made the head of all the angels.

Then came us ; Humans ; Who not only then but up-till now do not mind while taking someone else’s place in an other heart. Its quite real that the pain you feel when being replaced by someone who meant everything to you is a lot to handle  and the replacement being inferior is even more hard to accept.

I find no doubt when its told that satin was one of the Gods’ beloved. and I do not find it difficult to understand how he must have felt when God had asked him to bow down to us. the inferior to him. he must have been hurt. and when one gets hurt there is only two things he does. fight back or retrieve.

And he chose to fight back. that’s where he went wrong ,I believe. Love and pain combined can be a terrible mixture for sure. He should have loved what his love; God; had fell in love with. He should have just put his pride aside and rather than taking on a competition.

Maybe what i am saying is wrong in all ways possible but after all it is just a theory. I feel sorry for him. I feel like maybe God mislead him or maybe he was misled by his pride of being the one and only. It’s quite clear to me that in that time when heaven had been the place of man and satin’s habitat and even now when earth is the habitat of both man and satin there is no one and only other than who God choose to be and we can not compete with God we know that, then why not not just obey him because he loves us. He let go of the one who loved him so much as far as he took a war for us. A war between the loved and the loving.

If i could explain to God I would. though he already understands but i’ll still want to explain to him that he should forgive satin. that all he did was love him. even though he revolted but this competition that satin took up with God was out of anger and jealousy because of US. I have no doubt that if God did listen to me he would surely think about it. and if i could explain to satin i would help to understand that his reaction may have been justifiable if only he had not reacted to his will. For he was wrong and maybe God had been hurt when the satin had reacted that way. Whatever it was if i could ,i would make him understand that all of this would have been justified only i he had not taken on the wrong competitor .

P.S : In life we take up a lot of wrong competitions out of hurt or pain or jealousy and most of them don’t end up so good. more or less like the God and satin. THOUGH GOD IS OF SUCH A PRIDE that he may not be IN ANY SORT OF A COMPETITION WITH ANY ONE  HE WAS THERE WHEN NO ONE WAS AND HE WILL BE THERE WHEN NO ONE WILL BE. nothing affects him and nothing will. but we we leave impressions on each others lives. might as well get in a healthy competition than assemble a war 



Dear diary,
its been almost 2 years now since I have not connected with you. I’v been preoccupied with what ifs and what not. I had stacked you along with the 10 others.but you are the only one that I bought and did not have the strength to share my thoughts with. I miss writing. I went back in time today. found my 5th grade you. it had the 5th grade me. I read , smiled and laughed at the most random-est things. like the parts where we played pranks to the part where I was late for class. from the show and tell, to the singing competitions. a reel played before my eyes.

I miss how it all used to be you and me. only. no one to interfere. no one to give a verdict about how it was wrong or right. when did I become this public? I do not know. but I miss my privacy.

The black spiral caught my eye then. The three years of my life that turned my world up side down. I learned a lot. I read all that I had told you. Flashbacks  from the fights I had back to the confusions and those solutions. That 8th grade me was such a prissy. she  Always knew her way. careless and a drifter. not a bit concerned where life would take her. I turned the leaves of the spiral and a sense of emptiness approached. where was that  me now? maybe she grew up or out grew her self. what ever the case was she was being missed by me.

Then came the black pocket book. it had the most surreal of all the memories.From the first day of school to the last day of school. It had a memory of all those that I rarely even talk to now. A glimpse into that teared me up. I miss how we all used to be US. not what we now are. I miss those days when during a heavy rain we all would go out racing to the cafeteria. A simple change of school and we all drifted away or maybe it was just me, I had always been an introvert. selectively social.

An evolution from the 5th grade me to the 8th grade gangster to an introvert me. to this me. a mysterious mix of an introvert and and extrovert. a pessimist and and a very observant 18 year old. who like to be confined to her own things. strictly follows the the formula of  “the less people you chill with the less crap you deal with”.

My dear diary, you never got a record of this me. I never wrote it down. maybe because i was not proud of this me. or maybe this me was a bit too much for even me to handle. but ill tell you today. i’ll write it down on the brown diary. i will tell you all about how and when and why did that me become into someone like this might take a few rewrites but cope with me, will you?  i have been out of practice of expressions.

P.S : cope with yourself. give yourself time. make you realize who you are. even if you know you’re hard.cause you are only as good as your strength of you having yourself together.
AND for those who invade other peoples privacy, you might just be creating a mess for your life here and after. there is no point in any of it. do something with your life. “life is short. cease the day, do something new, each day”




To Save A Heart_ 


Half of it is gone-half of it remains-what have we achieved?!

At 00:10 am she sits near the Window;closed;staring out in the sky-thinking about all the decisions that built her up.

That was a positive approach, seemingly-thinking about the positives in life-or was it?

At the age of 12 she realized only you are your own savior-at 13 she had a phase-at 14 she realized she was too much to handle-at 15 she tried to let go, care less, cut off, think none-16 was the age she found out she was being selfish and she shut down

17 – no! shutting down isn’t the answer-now a days we find it easy to pretend than to portray our truth-caring less about those that matter to you, pretending to be cool by talking nothing but trash.

why do we find ‘pretend’ our only escape? Why do we wanna escape? How can we be satisfied with ourselves knowing we are not what we show people we are. the definition of Cool is very messed up_I’ve observed.

Caring less, so you wouldn’t get hurt-being dishonest, just to keep someones heart-lying, in order to save them from knowing the truth that they should know_only to save a heart-saying you don’t need people, only not to let people know u care.

I wonder when and how we all became this’s not cool or attractive not to care-to be dishonest doesn’t portray you nice-lying doesn’t make you kind-having a grudge doesn’t make you forgiving-pushing People away won’t make them need you-all of this is what fools do-cool isn’t what we think it is.

Sometimes in life we need to experience things in order to understand, that’s what I believe.

Sometimes its good to tell people how they made you feel-good or bad

Sometimes time demands us to be brutally honest-to save the ones we care about.

At times you have this pressing urge to be someone’s savior-to help them-but you can’t find the strength to lend a hand only out of the fear of getting hurt.

But what if, you had lent a hand to that someone- you would have saved a heart, made it believe in the good of this world-if we all stop doing good to others out of the fear of getting hurt-how will anyone be there for the other? How will we survive?

What if that day-if you had been honest to them you would have saved them from the fears they now have because of that?

And what if, you had never had that phase in your life would have you been this mature? Would have you understood life the way you understand it now?

would have anyone of us had our reasons to be kind and forgiving if people hadn’t been kind to us? If they haven’t forgiven us?

If you hadn’t realized that you were too much to Handel would have you handled others with care? Do you think you would have been able to understand others if you had never gone through the phase of self realization first?

To save a heart you need to care-you need to be honest. To Save a heart you need not to let go-you need to live with-to save a heart you need to understand-to express positives and negatives-to save a heart-be it yours or other’s-you need to do all that is in your might.

And most importantly to save a heart you need to experience,understand, listen, learn and forgive

To save a heart you need not to lie rather to help them realize the truth-to save a heart_you need to begin with you!

PS: if you have a heart-you are going to experience a little heartache now and then_it’s call life!