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  A mother

  

  By Scribbleaway., karachi, Pakistan

  A mother. We are about to celebrate mother’s day and there is so much hype about it. All those advertisements, T.V shows, telecasts and so on. I find myself disagreeing and feeling like all this hype is just to gain some publicity. A mother, it is a gift very few of us possess and yet, we don’t...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Escape.

  

  By Scribbleaway., karachi, Pakistan

  Her hair was twisted into a braid, She sat there thinking of what she craved, It occurred to her that it was a book, She longed for a hot cup of tea, That she could talk and could be free, How could she escape the cruel lady, Who made herself to fade, She worked for her all day and nig...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  The girl behind that Veil.

  

  By Scribbleaway., karachi, Pakistan

  It was her, and she was different. It took her a lifetime to realize that being different wasn’t a crime. Being different was a gift and It meant that your soul was painted with the colors nobody had ever dreamed of and that was very rare but what troubled her was that nobody appreciated her, embr...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The feeling of getting lost in a book.

  

  By Scribbleaway., karachi, Pakistan

  Smell the rusted parchment today, Under the cozy blankets you lay, There are so many mysteries to unfold, Before all the little secrets are told, Dreaming during the heavy thunder, With Alice you unfold the wonders, Clutch the book tightly to your chest, And watch the bird sleep in its...