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No one would ever know how it feels

Paperback Storyteller - No one would ever know how it feels:

No one would ever know how it feels to abide it without enduring the tragedy I’ve faced. It is sad that I didn’t come back from the wicked track when I had time. It was my forbidden attraction which brought the damnation in my life. I did make a redemption but I was too late. My old man had such high hopes for me and then there was I, who demolished them in a glance.

It all started when I was 19 and was really proud of my examination results. Dad even threw a party for me but then he barbed about my lacking in front of the guests, my friends and also some people whom I’ve barely met at that time. Well, even after making such a good result I was a loser and had my underwear on my head; my reputation was publicly diminished. Well, that was the day when I made the oath of surpassing my biggest well-wisher; my own dad.

You really can’t improve when the only reason for your improvement is hatred. Hatred was all over my boiling bloo…

Paperback Storyteller - Be proud to be born a GIRL

Today, we live in a world with 8 billion people. But do we know that there are a group of people who are more persecuted, neglected and insulted more than anyone? No, they are not political or religious activists, neither are they a part of any rule nor a part of any objective; they are the girls.

In this world, being born a girl means you are more likely to be subjected to violence, diseases, torture, insult, poverty and other painful experiences than any other group on Earth. I won’t say that every girl suffers from such objectives, but I will say that there are no history of a happy nation full of happy women. Because, each and every girl have suffered even a little bit in this world. Can anyone deny the fact that each one of the girls were told to accept their situation as their fate despite it being worse than hell? We have the right to make our own fate, we can create our own destiny. No one has the right to take that wish away from us. Now, the only truth taught to a girl is t…

Paperback Storyteller - THE BATTLE.

Paperback Storyteller - THE BATTLE.

The west said be yourself,
so I did and covered myself.
Their eyes burning behind my back,
Oh how they’re sitting so heavily, on my neck.
Is it because they want me to be like them?
For that doesn’t relate to what they’ve said.
Does it harm your eyes if you don’t see my figure and hair?
Does it affect you and your life by what I wear?
Or is it that you hate what I love; what I believe?
For what you’ve understood from my religion,
is far from what I believe; far from my belief.
Who I believe in, no human eye has ever seen
and no blind heart will ever meet.
So you, who tell me to be myself,
I’ve a brain just like you and I’ll use it too.
I’m not uneducated to choose, who I want to be.
For if I didn’t know, I would’ve given up a long time ago.

By @z.ynvb [instagram]
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Paperback Storyteller - 22.09.2016

Paperback Stories - 22.09.2016:

Do you ever like just sit and think about death? Just put some thought into it, think about it? Think what is going to happen after you die? Think how many people would actually be hurt by losing you? I never really put much thought into it. Nor did I think about how I was going to face the Almighty.

My nanu's brother died today. We all knew he was going to die soon, he had cancer. But we never imagined that it would come so soon. He got married only a few years ago, and was infected by cancer 2 years ago. The doctors examined him, but it was to no avail. All of this happened a bit too soon. It didn't have to end this way.

I was pretty angry at myself after I heard this news. I never actually spent much time with him, never got to know him. Then I thought of my nanu. I could hear her cries, echoing in my brain. My nana left, but took a part of so many lives with him. No one could ever be the same again.

Then it started hitting me. So many people die…

Paperback Storyteller - Her world

Paperback Storyteller - Her world

She fell in love with the way he spoke about his religion
The way he played with children
The way he respected his elders
The kindness in his speech
She admired the way he lowered his gaze
His motivation to reach his goal
His patience
How quickly he forgave
How he was pleased with the smallest of things
She noticed every single thing about him
His insecurities
His knowledge
His logic

....And prayed for him every night
That الله would always keep him happy....


Photo by Nazif's Art Gallery
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No complains. No demands

Paperback Storyteller - No complains. No demands

‘’No complains. No demands. ‘’
This was my motto from the day I started my journey with you because I knew you would never give me a chance to complain nor do I have to want something from you other than your presence in my life which you ensured was as definite as our love and today I haven’t sat to write about piles of complains or barrels of demands. I have simply sat today to write because sometimes life becomes unfair but no matter how unreasonable it becomes, I know that you love me.

I have never let anyone break all the walls that I have built around me the way I have let you. You probably know me more than all my friends ever have. You know how I am still not allowed to go out randomly to meet my friends, how clingy I am with my mom, how my mom still takes me to do my coaching classes at times thinking something bad might happen to me, how I can’t meet you whenever you want me to. You know it all and you still decided to stay wit…

Pain. That's all that reflected back from the mirrors of the gloomy bathroom where she stood

Paperback Storyteller - Pain. That's all that reflected back from the mirrors of the gloomy bathroom where she stood

Pain. That's all that reflected back from the mirrors of the gloomy bathroom where she stood. A shinny bead of blood followed the needle as she took it out of her hand. No matter how desperately she tried, she could still hear them argue, hear things shatter, see the dried blood stains on the floor in early school mornings or a new bruise on her mothers beautiful face. It all kept on reminding her of only one thing; it was all her fault.

A drop of tear flowed her high cheek bones carrying the black pigments of her mascara. She smudges it even further. Something was wrong. She could feel the warmth of theheroin rushing down her veins, however, she could still feel the pain. She closed her eyes, let the drug conquer her; make her feel euphoric, even if it lasted for a while. However, the darkest of her memories came storming down at her, the one she was trying to e…

Tonight at 8pm, 5th Street Cafe

Paperback Storyteller - Tonight at 8pm, 5th Street Cafe
With the dew drops sliding by the window, shimmering as crystal, with the sun peeping to blast, I woke up by the fragnance of her hair.

This charm of hers or rather the "ICE" of Ned Stark piercing my heart into pieces; yet the pieces growl her presence. It's quite unbelievable to have her in my arms after waiting for almost 16 years. Everything happened so slowly but all of a sudden which left me with goosebumps. I got a chance in a university and had to shift near it which was not very close to my house. But there was something calling my mind and torturing my heart to finally confess my feelings to her. After all years from out of nowhere I found the guts to message her, still hung in her "requests pending." The conversation went like this...

-Hey! Can we talk?

-Sorry. But I barely know you. How can you expect to have a conversation with me?

- I know. But I need to say something to you.

-Okay, I will try...


Mi amor

Paperback Storyteller - Mi amor

I trust your soul has been well – for you have a beautiful soul. It has been quite a while since I have taken up the pen and paper medium to confide my feelings. I have many a things to say, but not all words are meant to be heard or spoken. After all, we live in such an age, where words, set in stone also fade away. Must you wonder what this is, know only, that this is me desperately clinging on to what I believe in.

You see my love, you have infected my subconscious. I wish I had the cure, I really wish I did. But unfortunately things do not work that way. Every impulse I feel, every beat my heart makes, with every single breath, you remain entwined. You are my sun, my biggest star, my only star. You are everything my world revolves around. And I, forever remain bound to your orbit.

My love, the time we had together was magic. Fiction is probably a good word to describe, for it was too beautiful to be true. You made me forget reality my love. The love w…

Ever wondered why us south Asian countries are so underdeveloped?

Paperback Storyteller - Ever wondered why us south Asian countries are so underdeveloped?

Ever wondered why us south Asian countries are so underdeveloped ?
Yes many of you guys would be happy to point out the lack of strict laws and order along with low gross domestic product and so on. But ever wondered why your car isn't as fast as the others? It's not because of your fuel or nitrous oxide it's because 2 of the wheels of your cars are neglected
First of all, yes I know this is 2016, and I have enough guts to go up to the borders and shout out that my country doesn't support equal rights.

You say things have changed and yes I admit it, things did change. Women now get jobs and they also run many companies. But ever thought on a bigger scale? I can bet over 90% of the families here would smile down and refuse to send their daughters abroad to study. But they wouldn't hesitate twice to send their son
Their are many freedoms we are denied. We cannot go out without te…

When do you actually know you've been cheated on?

Paperback Storyteller - When do you actually know you've been cheated on?

When do you actually know you've been cheated on? Do you just really see it coming and choose to ignore it only to end up convincing yourself that it's all in your head? And when you finally do know it for sure, why do you still stay anyway? For the sake of the memories or believe that maybe he might just see your worth and regret what he did, changing for good? Or do you just stay for the sake of your kids, family and social status? At least my mother did.

Even after finding out how easily after 20 something years of marriage her husband, a father to two beautiful grown daughters, daughters who sees him to be nothing less than a hero with an invisible cape, a noble man, their mentor, an idol, a person they look up to for only doing good to people, had been having an affair with another woman. My mother, who's an angel in all of our lives, who's been sacrificing everything for as long as I c…

What is life you ask?

Paperback Storyteller: What is life you ask? 

Life is getting to discover all your potentials through small things in life. Life is about facing obstacles everyday and learning to move on after every failure. Life is about learning how to compromise, how to accept others' flaws and learn to love them. Life is about understanding that sometimes you need to lose some things you love just for the sake of everyone's happiness. Life is learning to be selfless. Life is watching people leave and new ones entering in your life and realizing how spontaneous life is. Life is about accepting. Life is about loving someone. Life is about having a family, taking responsibilities and enjoying every little moments. Life is about sacrificing and finding happiness in others' joy. Life is expressing love through daily habits in life. Life is seeing a loved one grow.

At the end, when you're old, when you'll wonder what life has been, look at all your achievements, your failures and most…

I am Too Scared to I Love You

“I am too scared to love you,” I said as I got out of the bed. He had a smile that he usually does not put on his face. It was kind of obvious. A relationship that starts and ends with the bed has nothing to do with love and bringing up this topic was awkward, for both of us. My eyes were fixed at him and I constantly tried figuring out his expression when he finally broke the silence. “What do you mean by that?” I knew this was coming. I don’t know if this was a genuine question or he just wanted to know my real feelings. “Well, I cannot love someone who won’t love me back. That’s painful, isn’t it? I would keep on spending nights thinking of you and all I get in return is, nothing. I can’t do this to myself.” I finished hoping that what I said was convincing. The heat in the room was increasing and my heart was almost in my mouth. But probably he wanted to have more of it. “You think I will never love you back?” he raised his eyebrows as he asked me this weird question; and now it …

I Love You Foreve and Always

I Love You Foreve and Always:  I’m generally a cheerful person. I’m usually full of love, life, and happiness. I open my eyes in the morning and feel excited to be alive.
There came a time, when it wasn’t so easy; when blinking, breathing and speaking all took so much effort that I thought I might as well give up. I was in a dark hole of sadness, anger and confusion. I didn’t think that I was going to make it, but you did. I still feel quite the same now and you still believe that I can!

For the friends who stood and still are standing by my side through the storms and I still have their back, the ones who held my hand and never let as much as a finger untie from our grip, the people who could see through my darkness when I was not being able to. For the beautiful souls who believed in transformation and never stopped believing still now, who believed in healing, time and growth. Who never judged me nor even now for my heartache, grief and anguish.

Who, when my world (my own bubbles …

The Picture Held So Many Memories Itself

The Picture Held So Many Memories Itself: It was about this Saturday night, with some relaxation and leisure time in hand I decided to sort out my box of books that I no longer take care of. One by one I sorted them and placed them on the shelf when suddenly something caught my eyes...upon grabbing it, only silent tears flowed down my cheeks. The picture held so many memories itself...dragging me down to the memory lane that I left behind almost a year ago. It was not only a picture for me but something so much more, much dearer and precious...Something that once meant everything to me or maybe still does. Who knows...How did time fly this fast? I could feel my heart ache! Sounds cheesy doesn't it? 1st love, 1st heartbreak...sigh! Only the ones who endure the pain know how it feels like to live with the pain enclosed inside.

An old picture causes so much of adrenaline rush, so many flashbacks that I overlooked over the years...How we spent those times together and cherished every …