A Mother’s Wisdom

An hour past midnight.

The cold winter winds blew in through the open window & I tightened my grip on the blanket.

My room’s door was shut, the phone placed on my ear turned static. I couldn’t believe the words I just listened to.
“It’s over. I can’t be with you.”

The sentence screamed in my mind and I realized it isn’t a dream. A sudden gasp left my mouth followed by loud sobbing. I knew everyone’s asleep so I muffled my mouth in the blanket.
10 minutes. 15… 20… 30… An hour… Two? Or more? I don’t remember how & when I fell asleep. 

A heavenly morning.

All I remember is the next day my room’s door was ajar, the sunlight warming my cold face and illuminating the room with a shade of white. Everything else stood as still as it was last night, only more brighter than ever.

I wondered if I were dreaming it.
“Good morning, Alfred.” Ah, no. Not a dream. I heived a sigh as my mother entered the room.
“Good-” I choked as I witnessed my mother levitate like a feather, her feet didn’t touch the pale ground.
A halo floated over her head.
An angel.
“Shh. Calm down, Al.”
“Am I-?”
“No, you’re not dreaming. Here, I brought you nectar, it’ll ease your wounds.”
“I have no wounds.” A little pound in my heart reminded me its state. “Except for my broken heart.”
“It is for those broken pieces.” Her smile radiated happiness. Though an angel, she’s still my naïve, caring mother. I suppressed a laugh and took the silver glass.

As I touched the liquid with my tongue, I recoiled. It’s bitterness was unbearable and everything twisted and turned like a hurricane.

A bright day.

“Easy there. Sit straight, Al.” It was my mother, again. Now in her human form. I gulped down the nectar, ignoring it’s taste and I felt better.
My body, which couldn’t stop shivering, now seemed to have finally got a grip & calmed down.
“You’ll feel better.” My humanly mother, said.
“Was it a dream?”
“I reckon you were dreaming, heard you talking in sleep. Last night, you left the window open and when I entered your room, you were burning hot with fever. Tried keeping the temperature down with a wet cloth but I think my grandma’s magic soup still works the best.” Her laugh was melodic. “I overheard you last night, sorry. But it’s going to be alright, you know.”
I gave her a puzzled look, realizing only her angelic part was a dream. The tragic call was a reality.

“If people in your life want to stay, they will stay even if they have a million reasons not to. But when they don’t want to, they’ll make reasons of their own. Don’t feel bad for what happened, Al. You couldn’t change her decision. You loved her, truly, I know. Yet you are far too young to keep mourning. As you’ll grow, people will take leave from your life at every nodes. They’ll change their paths and bid you farewell. And when they do, you can’t hold on to them or you’ll lose your own balance. Get well soon, honey. I’m always there for you, a door away.”

“Mom” I called her as she stood up to leave. “Happy mother’s day.”


Post Script:

First of all, I’d love to wish a very very Happy Mother’s Day to every angel. There’s something truly heavenly about them which is why they need to respected & loved & reminded of it, everyday. :’)

Second of all, I’d like to apologize for not posting often these days. Also, The Secret Sister of Awan Alee, is at hold due to my examinations. But I promise once the exams are done I’ll be back with daily posts as usual & complete the series!

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13 Reasons Why.

There was a time when she was ashamed.

Ashamed to step out of the door.

To be judged by those eyes.

To be looked at, by those who owned the eyes.

She didn’t hate the dresses her mom chose for her, she hated wearing her own skin.

She didn’t hate being called a “slut” or a “whiny bitch”, she hated her own name.

Yet she survived.

She survived the mess her life had become, she got back up everytime she was let down.

She fought her own demons and untangled her tangled strings.

But for how long?

For how long would a heart crave for love?

For how long would a heart crave for someone to see through the window amidst the walls, built by itself?

How long….?

Post Script:

The story of Hannah Baker, live and in stereo, though a fiction, it’s the darkest and the purest one I’ve ever read/seen. It may not be your usual TV series, but it’s one that would make you re-think your world.

It’s one story that would re-shape your life.
It’s one, that would break you to millions of pieces, but only so that you’ll be prepared.
Prepared– so you know what you’ve to do when you’ve got your 13 reasons to die.


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Remaining lives: None.

Remaining lives: None.

She gasped.
I tightened my grip.
She pleaded.
I tried not to hear her cries.
She struggled.
I didn’t like that she’s afraid.
She was tired.
I knew the climax is near, “You’ll be free.”
She turned rigid.
I saw her eyes roll up in her head, the moment had arrived.
She was pale.
Emotion, pain, heat she could feel none.
It was all because of me. Her gateway.
I was a hurdle she had to conquer.
Why did I do it, you ask?
I did it, for her.
She was in pain,
But I knew what she had to gain.
It was freedom.
And what better freedom than being in her purest form?
As a soul.
Never trapped in a body.
So, I did it for her.
I snapped my cat’s neck on a bright
afternoon of summer.


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The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part IV

Previous parts:

Author’s Note (Password: sister)

I

II

III


25th October 2016

Dear Scarlett,

Guess where I’m taking you to? Oh, come on! You suck at guessing. Right now we’re in a plane to Cairo, Egypt since we have a long vacation for the Diwali festival. Hoorah! That’s the good news, the better news is that mom has started running her own clinic and dad’s business is back up, too, and due to that now I’m sitting in the business class. Double-Hoorah! It is 9:06 p.m. and the flight takes roughly 6 hours but it must be 5:30 p.m. in Cairo at the moment which means that I will meet mom dad an hour or two before my birthday!

The girl sitting beside me is cute, don’t you think so? I’ll talk to her soon but for that I’ll have to say “Buh Bye” to you di. Hope our journey goes great! And just in case you get bored I’ve brought The Great Gatsby along. 😉 See ya soon.

14th November 2016

Dear Scarlett,

Last 20 days have been so much to take in! My birthday was awesome, we had dinner together and mom made me cookies along with cake (which she rarely got time to do when we lived in Syria.) Then one afternoon, I talked to mom dad about my religious views and out of the blue they seemed to understand my reasons and didn’t object me. I was so glad! But then of course things have to be balanced between good and bad. So, in the evening while I was enjoying the gentle November breeze my phone rang, it was Umair—an old friend of mine from Syria. He told me that Ayman and his family had passed away in a bombing of a mosque in our city. I’ve had been broken since then. It was a fortnight ago, now I am fine. Period.

I’m suddenly very glad to have left Syria but I feel selfish for feeling so since my childhood friend and his family passed away and I cannot even go to their funeral. I’ve been having this debate with myself since the phone call and now I’m too exhausted. Can you tell me if I am selfish or not?

16th November 2016

Dear Scarlett,

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See ya soon.


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Spellbound

Spellbound(?)

Today I saw a girl,
Something about her made my heart twirl.

Her pearly eyes never met mine,
Yet I knew our hands would fit in just fine.

Her chubby cheeks,
rosy lips,
dimple chin,
squishy nose.
Why can’t I form an original prose?

Her sublime beauty had surely perplexed my mind,
I was lost in a trance & words are something I still can’t find.


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Discovering my Soul

Soul

I was locked in the emptiest reign of time.

The world would run but I couldn’t move.
I would see but I couldn’t feel.
That is when I knew, I couldn’t escape.
That is when I looked within myself & found the answer.

The answer to end my sufferings, for I knew I still had a SOUL.


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Writing Tips #6 (The Power Of Foreshadowing)

Here comes the last and the most vital part to embellish your stories! With the power of foreshadowing, a writer can achieve that one thing they have took all the efforts for— Reader’s Interest. Before we begin, these are the previous tips to keep in mind before you plan to start your story.
#1 – Word Count and Story Length

#2 – Choosing the genre/ Conceptualizing the story
#3 – Sequencing the Plot
#4 – Character Development
#5 – First Person/ Second Person/ Third Person Narrative
#6 – The Power of Foreshadowing


Foreshadowing can be used in many different ways to generate interest & make the reader second guess the proceedings of the story. Here we would elaborate the different types of textbook foreshadowing and learn how to use them for our benefit.

The Wall (Concrete Foreshadowing)

As the name suggests, while using this type of foreshadowing you(as a writer) would explicitly warn the reader about the future. Personally, I like to call it the silence before the storm. It is mostly done when you want readers to be aware of something and thus give subtle hints about it. These hints, nevertheless, if left unused in the future, leads to forming plot holes. Thus disappointing the readers and losing trust from your narration skills.

A simple example:
If your characters are going to enter a fight which hasn’t yet started and you mention a weapon lying somewhere or hung on a wall, then it’s a clue for your readers to apprehend the fact that it’ll be used in the fight.

Prophecies (Fortune Foreshadowing)

This foreshadowing isn’t always in the form of a prophecy, but a way to predict the future in an unclear and unintelligible way. The predictions are commonly done to confuse the reader but usually turn true by the end of a story. The prophecies are mostly linked with the fate of the characters or system taken under consideration. These predictions explicitly giveaway the future to the reader but it’s never completely apprehended by them. Use it wisely and the readers would stick to your story by the end to see what happens.

A simple example:
If a prophecy is mentioned where the protagonist defeats an undefeatable antagonist, readers would be intrigued to see how it happens.

Flashback/ Flashforward (Evocative Foreshadowing)

At times when there are scenes which do not fit in the current happenings of the storyline, you would traditionally use a flashback/flash-forward to nudge readers with a clue that would have a prominent significance in the present timeline. Flashbacks and Flashforwards should be brief and relevant. Sometimes, they reveal the traits of a character.

A simple example:
In Robert Langdon’s series, author Dan Brown uses Flashback to reveal Robert Langdon’s fear of closed spaces (claustrophobia). Without the flashback, Robert’s claustrophobia would had been less significant and many important scenes would prove puzzling to the British author’s readers.

The Red Herring (False Foreshadowing)

Fallacy is the main factor of this foreshadowing. This type of foreshadowing is mostly used in detective mysteries. When you use this foreshadowing, you would raise suspicion in the mind of a reader towards something or someone that is far away from the actual culprit. It is one of the best ways to surprise a reader, since it makes them believe in things aren’t true but seem to be. When the curtains of fallacy are revealed, every false scene used by you should fall in place with the truth. Meaning that readers should believe that they never saw the hidden side of the whole situation and not that they were fooled by you.

A simple example:
A detective may suspect one of the characters to the culprit due to some facts that come up during the investigation. At times, in the end it maybe discovered that someone else other than that character is the culprit. Now, if you fail to make reason why the detective believed the wrong character was the culprit your readers would lose faith in the intelligence of the detective.


That brings us to the end of the Writing Tips series. If you’ve been keeping up with all of the parts, I’d really appreciate if you had your own tips for me or if these tips proved helpful to you. After all, the world is round and we all learn something or the other from each other. Thank you.


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One Lovely Blogger Award

One Lovely Blogger Award

A heartiest thanks to Juliana for this lovely award nomination! Do check out her amazing blog and I bet you’ll relate to every post on it!

Rules:

  1. Each nominee must thank the person who nominated them and link their blog in their post.
  2. They must include the rules and add the blog award badge as an image.
  3. Must add 7 facts about themselves.
  4. Nominate 15 people to do the award!

7 Facts About Me

  1. I like to skate.
  2. I’m a newborn fan of Heavy Metal and Rock!
  3. I love to try new food items. I don’t have any dislikes, everything edible is my favorite!
  4. I’m the only child in the family, so naturally, the most loved.
  5. I’m a good listener. The perks of being a writer, is that you’ve to learn from people. And to learn people you’ve to listen. But the best part of it? It makes you a good listener and people confide in you. *Touchwood* :’)
  6. I LOVE BOOKS. That must’ve come as a surprise.💥 (Sense the sarcasm, is needless. Hopefully)
  7. I started poems purely because I loved to rhyme. I never thought that my “thoughts” would be so meaningful unless I started making poems. Initially, I put together anything that rhymed, now, well not the same case. XD

Nominees for this award!

Riya Rajayyan(AestheticGraphy)

Aishwarya Kondvilkar(Life through eyes of a hipster)

Yassy

Sanjita(Cluster of Stars)

Sanchali(Wanderer)

Babblings Of A Nobody

Sun and Moon(Eclipse Stories)

Chaos-xD(A Glimpse of Darkness)

Harsh Jain(Fab Writings)

Sakshi (The Escapist)

Deepika

Cherry

◆ Jaismine (Thunder Poet)

Weefables

A dash of Jhaee

Suzie Does Healthy

Shreyas Mogal (An Unknown Wanderer)


Have a great day everyone!
Peace out!