Sunday, 19 January 2014

Chapter 7 - Let Me Fly

‘Before I even began to think about what I would say, I was already holding my tears back. For this conversation, emotions had no place. For this person, the word emotion had no definition.’

To be loved with its whole sincerity, such a rare feature we find only in a few. If parents were to be an exception, would that statement remain true? That is the question I now ponder on but back then, while holding that phone in my hand, my thoughts were off. While I held that phone emotionless, emotions were fuelling through. 


I panicked but just for a few seconds and then replied,

'Dad, it's me...Rahal.' 

Saturday, 18 January 2014

North Star - Ali Khan Niazi

My hands ruffles with her skin,
and please ask me what is contentment?
For me it is when i rest my forehead on her chin,
she and I makes a whole,
it’s like she stares into my soul and my inside glows, eyes closed

They ask me if I can live without her?
I tell them I am a part of her,
a small broken part,
i am her fleck

 I know she feels complete when she senses my breathing on her neck,
seeing her beauty, I become mesmerized,
she is like a visual definition of paradise,
and she is writing a million memories on my heart,
its like playing chords on a guitar

They asked me, what if I become lost?
What if she'll take me too far?
I said she will guide me, she is my north star.

Written By,

Ali Khan Niazi

Sunday, 22 December 2013

The Joker By Asjl Khan

Jolly he seems, joy he spreads
Happy he looks, oh! How dead he is
Irony depicted from harsh reality
Excellence hides behind insanity

Face that stops a child’s cry
Induces stupidity, invades sadness
Relished were stories of his tragic past
Laughter that rushed, he stood aghast

Never know and never will
Imagine, excluding the fun out of pun
Height of pain will make you choke
But a priceless smile he makes it all a joke

Spreading laughter the good man dies
Holding stomach they fell with laughter
Death considered the part of act
To verify departure they had to poke

Again, reality of his death laughed off as a joke

Written By,

Asjl Khan

Thursday, 12 December 2013

Untitled: The Chapter Soon To Be Forgotten


A few nights ago my mind was trafficking in quite a lot of thoughts about you. There was this one specific memory I held on to just in case I might want to write about it one day. Now that you're gone and I guess I might never see you again, I have a feeling I was a few months too late. But just in case there is a small chance of you stumbling upon this I hope you realize this is about you. 

I don't think I ever told you this throughout the course of our relationship but there was a time while we were together where I felt I was reliving the most perfect day of my life over and over again. It was the time when we were truly happy. The summer which we never had, instead we made the pre-summer time a whole lifetime. I felt as if I was floating in an ocean current towards heaven and every day that went by, you took me closer to the warmth and happiness of heaven. Every time I saw you, it was as if I went through a whole night of torture and that all my sins were accounted for through the long hours without you. As if standing right in front me was my angel taking me to the infinite happiness that lay within every smile you made that in turn reflected it's own happiness of seeing me. And that the feeling I got from protecting your innocent eyes from the punishing ray of sun light that scratched its way through the windows of our mobile home was appreciated hence in turn was shared with an endless warmth of suffocating hugs that can only be described as .. going home. 

Yes, you never knew did you. From the beginning of my story till its very end that has yet still to be written, you were and will always be the inspiration to everything that I write till the day that I die. I can say this with great certainty only because even today I still swim through every memory of you so I can just write something that could reflect even a fragment of what I felt for you. Every feeling carefully noted through various emotions with its end result being you. 

However, it wasn't that memory only that kept me up all night, it was the time when we were truly happy. The time when we were friends. It was the time when all those emotions were hidden, it was that time where we would talk all day and all night keeping our feelings hidden from the other and it was that feeling of being in love and it was that moment of trying to say what I felt that kept me going. I would never have stopped making you love me because I knew that I would never truly be me if I was not with you forever. 

I want to ask you something but I know I will never get a reply. Heck, you might never read this and you might never really know how I truly felt about you. If you did read this you might not even stop to consider this might be about you, you might just pass this off as part of the chapters I write. I wanted to ask you, why do I still cry? 

What happened at the end, shouldn't that make me hate you? Like really hate you for all those things that I could never understand about you. But I don't, I promise. Hey, don't think of me as a weird guy who cries because I don't CRY cry but I do cry. In my heart, I'm always crying, even when I'm smiling. Even when there is someone else that loves me. Even when there is someone else that could give me more than we ever had, I still pain away. I wanted to ask... do you? 

Yours Forever,
Rahal Salim

No, I don't want to be Rahal now. I want to be me. So,

Written By, 
Jawaad Saleem

Saturday, 30 November 2013

Chapter 6 - That Little Detail We Take For Granted

The warm light of the sun began to slowly caress my right hand and worked it's way around my body as if someone was gently laying a duvet on me. With the warmth of the sunrise greeting me with it's new beginning, my eyes slowly opened, allowing me to see my surroundings. Slightly squinting, I could see I was still in the hospital lying at the area designated to me. Elena was right beside me sleeping in, what seemed to be, a very uncomfortable position. Crap, if Elena spent all night taking care of me then that would mean I would have a pretty pissed off nurse waiting for me to wake up. Her caring and kind nature irritated my pride, I did not need her to take care of me yet I could not get myself to dislike her. I just wished she took care of herself as much as she took care of me. Elena wasn't always so caring to others, she still isn't but over the years I became the exception. Over the years the feeling became mutual, to me she was a person I could count on and I felt I had a responsibility to protect her. The irony in that is that the role always seemed to be reversed. 

Friday, 22 November 2013

Film As A Mirror Of Society


You will often find hidden metaphorical meanings behind pop culture movies that convey a particular idea. Movies that have another meaning to them are usually portrayed in a way to entertain and satisfy mass desires through comedy, horror, or suspense. Such movies cover social issues, time eras, war, epidemics, etc to reflect on society and make some kind of statement. The statement or point of view of metaphorical movies may vary from person to person, but the author or producer has one intended idea to convey to the masses. Techniques such as symbolism, metaphors, and signifiers help to express the intended idea of the film. Because a film is not produced by just an individual, each aspect of the film wholly completes the intended idea. For example, the movie Warm Bodies is a popular movie to attract the young masses, though also has a certain message behind it.

Friday, 15 November 2013

Why did God create heavens above the sky Written By Syed Tirmizi

The night is young, 
Full of stars across the sky, 
But it makes me wonder why, 
God created heavens above the sky? 
How many religions has he created before, 
When he is apparent everywhere in our eyes, 
Why did God create heavens above the sky? 
He may not have created a creed, 
And humans deemed it just a need, 
To control the flocks of flesh called humans, 
To prevent them from enjoying God’s lovely heavens, 
Why did God create heavens above the sky? 
Why doesn’t he reveal himself? 
Does he not exist, or is he too shy? 
Why doesn’t he look down upon us, 
Is he too great or does he not know why? 
Why did God create heavens above the sky? 
Can’t he travel the distance he’s created, 
Or is he lost in space or thinks he’s too high? 
He may be present everywhere in all the skies, 
Why did he create heavens above the sky? 
Why can’t he talk to humans himself, 
But chooses others who achieve great wealth, 
I don’t need a God, who discriminates his creations, 
My God is him who can fill the space with love and never says good bye, 
Why did God create heavens above the sky?

Written By,

Syed Tirmizi

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Dreams & Nightmares - A Prequel to Chapter 6

Lights shattered on the ground, glass flew in all directions. The chaotic mixture of screams and murderous laughter vibrated through the narrow passageway of what seemed like an underground tunnel. I could see Harut running with all his might, with expressions of fear and panic, Harut ran with blood stained clothes. His black cloak whipped the air without rhythm leaving nothing but aggression.  He grabbed on to anything he could find to slow down his chasers as if he was afraid of what would happen if he were to get caught. I screamed his name yet he could not hear me, he ran passed me completely unaware of my existence. I followed him until the light could be seen at the end of the tunnel where he stopped.

He pressed himself against the tunnel's wall hiding in the shadows. Blanketing himself cautiously within his ragged black cloak, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly breathed out controlling all his senses and soothing the ones that could lead him to lose his life. Afraid of whom or what he was hiding from, I imitated his movements. The pursuers appeared, screaming for blood and vengeance. They ran right past us unaware of our presence heading towards the light at the end of the tunnel. Once they had all gone, Harut felt his hands against parts of the wall as if to find something of great importance. He felt through the whole section of that wall until a secret entrance opened. What was going on? Clearly, running through this very tunnel was previously planned. 'Where are you going? What's going on Harut?'