The Night ___________PART 2

(A novel)

She decided to go and check who is in the other building quite far from her place.She couldn’t stop herself as it was the only light she watched in many days.When the whole world was dying around her,she was unable to resist life.

She picked up her candle and came out of her home.this residential building was once a hub of light and life .All apartments were full of families, people coming and going,kids playing in the backyards,cars parking in the parking lot……cars were still there,parked but were full of dust now.No one approached them to go somewhere.No one opened the door,no one ignite the engine and left the building. The evil of death has engulfed them all.

“What she was doing there? Alone?”

Descending the dark stairs,she was asking herself. She wasn’t afraid as fear has been long gone now.She had been hell scared in early days but now this disaster has become a new normal for her.It was usual for her,as scary as always,as dark as usual,and as alone as it has ever been.

She reached the ground floor and tried to find out the direction. .She came out of the building and looked around.The night was dark,voided of stars.

That building with a dim light inside was on the other side of the corner.she started walking toward the building amid the deserted compound.Sometimes she can listen a dog bark or a cat’s wailing.Gone were the days when those cats were darling pets and dogs were dear buddies. It was a time when life existed on this land.when the high rise buildings were proud of their highest status and class.People were proud and snob. The streets were overflowing of luxury cars,Mercedes, Range Rover ,Porsche,

BMW,Rolls Royce….the elite were wearing Rolax and Burberry, living on the top floors of luxury apartments or town houses.when the splendid sun was overcome by the central air conditioning. Gone were those days.

gone are those days!

She almost reached at the corner of the road to face the building that attracted her attention. The light was still on!!!

(To be continued…)


A night

It was all dark! Night has already descended on the taller buildings standing strong in the land of sand.Ppl were tired of all the overwhelming stress of the whole day,every minute in an uncertainty,every passing day was a blessing as they still had their jobs, still belongs to their homes,their kids can attend school another day,they still have a hope, can dream for a bright next day.Though everyone knew it was a false hope yet they have no choice except to believe it.There are times in life when ppl deliberately accept deception as in love and in fear.In fear,it’s mostly a denial.well,they don’t have any other option!

Out of the window in a far building,there was a dim light revealing out of curtains.May be there was someone alive.It seems someone was still there, haven’t left the building yet,so she wasn’t alone.In the whole dark night when all creatures around were in deep slumber,there was someone who was awake yet ,till the wee hours.May be he was unable to sleep like her,or may be he was packing his suitcase to leave the building.May be there was someone sitting and crying.It might be a person who lost his job,or his girl friend or all hopes… these days of pandemic,the death of hope was really a fatal thing.



I was dead inside already,I saw him

And got a rebirth

The life already drawn out of my vains

Penetrated into me again.

I saw him and cherished to be alive

For once and a last time in my life

I want to live for me,and only for me!

For me,it’s only him!


Spontaneous overflow

Growing paler everyday

It’s not age

It’s a loss burdening my soul,

Hardning my face, and vanishing my laugh line

I’m souring like a rotten lemon

Darkening like a fallen leaf

It’s not an age

It’s the the despair sits in my soul

The losses I carry on my shoulder

The damages I m bearing with an iron head

The fragrance of life is gone

The color in eyes are lost

The smile trodden in the season

The soul shattered in the region

Teary eyes turn to sand

Pounding heart to broken lands

Like a ghost in the dark vallies

I wander around in isolation allies!



Story of Sania———-2

“Even if I keep working on my life for centuries,I can’t compete you,can’t be like you,or even equal to you in any manner,way,education,status ,dignity….anything! You will be always the superlative form I can’t ever reach, beyond my capacities,away from my hold,never mine,not for me,_________ like moon,I can see you from a distance,dream to reach out but impossible to hold! Yes! That’s true! A mere simple fact of my life and your existence.

let me confess my darling,once and for all! I ve been living in fantasies,but every wish is not really meant to fulfill.I have spent more than half of my life,and never know how much is left in my hand.Me, a woman in thirty,can dream,love or desire like a teen.if it were in Europe,ppl may call it a mid life crisis.but I am from East,so whichever world I am living,they will judge me with their standards in East.That was a part of being a “loose character woman” maybe! Yes it is rude and hard,but it seems true to not ready to give any margin to me! Not at all.need to look at me with a lion’s eye!”

Sania kept writing on the blue pages of her diary on and on, sitting alone in her little room..

Story of Sania_______chaptor 1

She wAs born in a village.a village far away from the center of the country,on outskirts of a third world country.she lives in a little countryside where life was quite low standard,low educational institutions,low class community____the people who are either illiterate or half literate, knew little,used to think tighter,in a closely nit conservative society.

She,younger than four kids, was more ambitious,fun loving, passionate than anybody in she was offensively different ,hard to tolerate since her teens.she tried to follow her elder sisters,but always failed.she wanted that privilege and regard her elder sisters owned and getting from parents but was unable as she was younger than them and were delt like youngers,though she didn’t realize that at the time.She always wanted to be one of eldest, privileged, sober and acknowledged.

She got the fairest complexion among her siblings and the most beautiful facial cute features,but she knew about it when she was in grade was the time when her class fellows started to call her a cute girl.earlier she had been believing herself as the most ugliest creature in the house,may be because she was getting the worst treatment of her parents to in home.of course her parents were poor villagers,not refined people from cultivated,cultured class to lull their kids with love.they were rude and rash to their kids, because they were many,six in a household, resources were limited & responsibilities were that’s what they were able to offer.

And yes! She was Muslim,born in a Muslim family in a third world Muslim country in South Asia, when she started her teens life she first time in life came to know that she was cute and lovely ( then why not my parents love me more than the others?????____the first question appeared in her mind with the discovery.of course parents love more to the cute one kid than the others)that was the only thing she could imagine in that little age of twelve.

Her parents were very conservative,ladies and girls stayed inside the four walls of home,away from the out was boy’s job to open the door for guests.girls were only allowed to talk to the girls in her family.yea,as an exceptional case they can exchange some greetings to boy cousins on Eid days,twice in a year.All the other 363 days they were expected to keep themselves as much out of sight of the boys and men of family and friends as possible.they were picked and dropped to school by father or brothers.she got three brothers and family was strictly following patriarchy.she was rebel so she loved pop music,used to like young pop singers and wanted to live in those melodies and rthymn,though music wasn’t allowed in family especially to girls.she loved having friends,wanted to attend their gathering and meet ups but simply was prohibited of any made her bitter than everyone in home.she loved her girl friends ( as she was in a girls school so had only girl friends)love the chit chat,and fun with them.and that very thing was so strange to her family.her elder sisters were never inclined to such fantasies.she was getting rebel day by day and family was ready to deal her with a lot of restrictions and exploitation.she has been tagged as Battameez larki (defiant girl) of family.a girl who wasn’t making everyone quite happy with her vibes, wasn’t making up with all expectations.And yes! Her name was Sania!

(to be continued….)

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I’m from the East!


Where Sun rises

And light spreads its wings around the whole universe

Where a day begins

I’m from that East!

I’m a girl,

That’s not supposed to be

A living being,

My status is less than a chair,a table or a wall

In our homes.

Me,from my birth

Till my death,is a mystery for my people

Not yet revealed!

Let’s see

Who is me!