Part of You

best friend

Best Friend

For so long I held my heart so securely in place.
Away from the world, in this cold, dark, lonely space.

Then you came into my life, and I didn’t know what to do.
What my heart had so longingly missed, I now found in you.

Letting you in my life was something I wasn’t sure about.
But the more time we spent together I was left without a doubt.

Knowing that with each passing day, your love to me meant more.
It filled a place inside my heart that had known only emptiness before.

I didn’t see how painful it must have been for you to love me, unconditionally.
When I demanded so much of you, this perfect person you tried so hard to be.

Even though it wasn’t purposeful I know it hurt your heart to believe.
That just one mistake, and I wouldn’t hesitate to leave.

How could you have known nothing was ever farther from being true.
Your smile, the warmth of your heart, I could never bid adieu.

As you held my heart you touched a part of my soul, and there your fingerprints still rest.
Your whispers softly echo, with hopes of hearing them I quiet my very breath.

Although where we’re headed now is something yet unknown,
A part of me has left, and never again will I alone, my heart own.

And how fortunate I must be, that at this journey’s end,
It has been, still is, and always will be, you I call best friend.

Just always remember to be patient and pray,
“Tomorrow will be different” as you’d always say.

For you, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do,
My heart’s not that big yet, but I’ll give you that too.

To be your friend is what I am honored to be,
To be your sister is what I’m meant to be.

So now you should know as we’ve reached an end,
To me you’ll always be more than a friend.

© The Honest Fabler– Pooja Mukherjee
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The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part IV

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee

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Author’s Note (Password: sister)




25 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.

14 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?

16 November 2016

Dear Scarlett,

I’m returning home! Technically, I just left home but I have a feeling that I’m returning home viz. my hostel! It feels like home there. I had been homesick and I missed hanging out with my new friends who are now equivalent to my lifelong buddies and obviously not new since we live together from August, that makes it 3 months! On the happy note, our semester is ending soon and that means more studies! I don’t think I’ll be able to write to you for a good month or two. Let’s see. I’m excited ’cause ones the exams end we’ve our fresher’s party. Yes, even I wonder what will be fresh about the fresher’s party but hey, better late than never. I’m going to doze off now. I’m out. Bye, good night.
See ya soon.

©The Honest Fabler
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The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – PART III

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee

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Author’s Note (Password: sister)



25 September, 2016

Dear Scarlett,

I can’t believe the exams were easy!! I’m not really sure if they had intentionally set such easy papers but it was great for me. I called mom to tell her about the exams, they were both glad. She informed me that they left Syria last month. It was the very next day that we spoke.

I became a little restless but she assured me that it was all planned and now we have our own house in the capital of Egypt, that is Cairo! I am overwhelmed. I’m still telling every friend of mine this news ever since the phonecall. But that wasn’t all about the phone call, mom even asked if I pray. I didn’t answer it but I know she knows the answer. I never liked to believe in God and now that the two of them don’t ask me to pray, I’m free to do as I please.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to disrespect neither of their beliefs it’s just that if there was an almighty omnipotent God the suffering over us would have never been caused nor would hundreds of thousands of people have lost their life and every earning in the futile wars.
I’m so tired to argue, I just want to enjoy tonight! Good night, we’re sneaking out tonight too! See ya soon.

26th September 2016

Dear Scarlett,

I’m going to tell you a secret, only on the condition that you won’t scold me. I know you’re going to scold me anyway but before that hear me out: Last night we smoked pot and got stoned. It was the first time I ever smoked anything but honestly the way I saw the world was amazing. I’ve never lost control over myself in such a way like yesterday. Coming back to the hostel room was a tough job since Azure and I could barely walk, Naveen luckily controlled himself and helped our way in.

This morning when I woke up I felt light headed and I sat on my bed for an hour wondering what I did was right or wrong. Initially trying to find the answer to the ethnicity of my actions of last night led to me an epiphany. The world doesn’t have any right or wrong. It is all about what we believe in.

Like, for someone who believes in one religion deeply and completely, sees an atheist as an absurd person or a person who can’t realize the power of god. Besides, an atheist thinks that a religious person is too old-fashioned to see that only one God cannot control the whole universe and make things happen from a miracle. Did you realize it, di! It is what happens always between mum and me. Everything in the world that is based on right or wrong is indeed based on the beliefs of the people.

There was a time when the great Galileo was under house-arrest to prove that our earth isn’t the center of everything, but later the beliefs of majority of the people were proved wrong. Ugh! Figuring out life is so difficult. Lucky are we that we only have to figure out the velocity of objects and currents. All hail engineers! *Sucks at evil laugh but still* HaHaHaHa. *Coughs* Okay, I suck really bad. I better get enough sleep for tomorrow’s football selection. Good night.  See ya soon.

1st October 2016

Dear Scarlett,
The study pressure is increasing! I’ll write to you soon. I am in the football team. Wait for my next letter. Good night.

©The Honest Fabler
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A plenary bond.

I loved her the most,
since the very first time I saw her.
Keeping her happy & safe
has been everything I ever cared about.

Years later, letting her marry the
love of her life was my bravest decision.
But my heart cried the most to see
my sister walk away from me.

©The Honest Fabler
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