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A Story Of An Anonymous

December 5, 2011
By ZohaBahir BRONZE, Karachi, Other
ZohaBahir BRONZE, Karachi, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Even blood of blood seem to strike no resemblance until the hands and heart are locked up in stiff chains of adversity.

There is no person in sight to possibly understand a note of frequently dismayed liquor which had fought it's bewildering
way from the eyes so feeble perfectly frayed. So ordinary and capturing, to the gray grounds of the world of an
artificial beguile where blood of blood strike no resemblance until the hands and heart are locked in stiff chains
Of adversity.

And so, briefing my unconditionally complex life, i was born to a couple holding selfish measurements of their pleasure.
Much cursed i was, always haunted by the howling ghosts of gloom. I remember being a fragile, amiable young soul with
my feet attached from domestic machines to applauding crusts of soccer. I was a darling jester of short height yet with
much of a jovial face, i had been a heart conqueror.

as hours counted themselves, the clocked ticked forth and took its place in time. My life of beans started shrinking at
gradual speed of light. The pleasant sunrises, all wrapped in sluggish sunsets and mourning moonlights. Day by day, i became
much of a lonely angel, splitted from the celestial heavens thus like a garden of black roses. The scents of dead decaying
memories began to surround me with every tick of the clock. Whispers and wordless farewells began to bother my ears, thirsty
of words dipped in appreciation.

And like every other sunrise of smoky rays, the nostalgic breezes guided my sight to the secret window through which
I see an ugly painting of how ruthless world, my own offsprings misused the ladder of my generosity and how they have
made so humiliated, how i have become a dull uninteresting puppet with strings in their hands.

every green wound, so intense, rise up in rage and question my soul:
"How can you suffer for mistakes which stand pure of your hands? How can you endure the false pretense of personalities
so rude, brutal and ill human heart? How and for how long shall you be the companion to these imprisoned gloom and
humiliation? even their source of capturance seem rusting, and why making these crystal liquors beholded by whimsical
eyes, so unvaluable, to encounter at the slightest torment.
Why wishing to stay this way instead dimpling with pleasure? Why not demolishing all the ill souls of illusive affections?
And birthing a ray of mighty strength and possessing a magically mythical sword of inspiration as your tool against dreads
and terrors?"

And to these wounds, which cut through my veins, i reply in a tumultuous tone.
"How can i creep out of this bulbously bothering mess which bullets my soul every night under the volatile shine of moon
showering the bits of profound nameless pain." My mind shares the mutual desire of such flames of blithes and butterflies,
But the pounding heart argues and is privileged at where it sinks (my heart has the right to take decisions, as it has
gone through so much and now is like a sinking boat) reminding me of every micro cut that has already been tried mending
and stitching yet it's not in place and appears more like a bag of skunks. It questions about the source of such strength,
such cordiality and such joy. It says,
"You require a warm hand of a friend, a beautiful friend, who grabs your hand and forces you out. Therefore command your
sight to be in search of a generous mammal and maintain bonds." But i said, "There is no one to be seen around apparently, perhaps
it is the game of patience, the space beneath would be filled when i meet such a soul."

The author's comments:
My own life experiences and despairs made me write it.
As I am only fifteen, and this was my very first attempt, im realy hoping people to like it instead of making fun out of it.

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This article has 9 comments.

on May. 4 2013 at 10:26 am
davidnolan BRONZE, Manchester, Vermont
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If I may give one critique, though, this piece does have a slightly narcissistic air to it. The line "I was a lonely angel" and other parts suggest, at least to me, that you view yourself as separate from the rest of society, but in a sense that you are above them. This view is hard for the reader to really accept because it comes with an attitude of self-righteousness that most would challenge. I understand that many aspects of life are challenging, but have you really struggled to find another human being who is of equal status or sincerity to you?

on May. 4 2013 at 10:12 am
davidnolan BRONZE, Manchester, Vermont
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Even though I'm too immature to read this, I thought it was really well written. I loved the themes you discussed, especially at the end of finding a companion (and I like how you used "generous mammal", as though the requirements are simple yet complex). Overall, it was very well put together with a few minor grammatical mistakes (lower case "i"). I really enjoyed reading it!

Neytiri GOLD said...
on Dec. 11 2011 at 8:23 am
Neytiri GOLD, Hilo, Hawaii
14 articles 0 photos 67 comments

Favorite Quote:
Live as if you'll die today. Dream as if you'll live forever.

Wow. Extremely original. Very emotional but still very good. Well done hun! 5/5 x x

on Dec. 10 2011 at 9:15 am
Prometheus PLATINUM, East Aurora, New York
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Wow- very original diction.  Kinda sad, but well done!

KCayla GOLD said...
on Dec. 6 2011 at 6:17 am
KCayla GOLD, Stillwater, New York
12 articles 2 photos 48 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I brought a cupcake, and I brought Apollo" - My Best friend, implying that I was like Apollo :D

Very nice. I thought it was well worded

on Dec. 6 2011 at 6:17 am
chinagal18 BRONZE, Chengdu, Other
1 article 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Anything that is or was, started with a dream. (Anonymous)

This was really good. Hope to see more!

Deejay said...
on Dec. 6 2011 at 6:01 am
Love it Zoha 

zain ali said...
on Dec. 6 2011 at 5:41 am
VEry well written,, Vocabulary (Y)

viara2 said...
on Dec. 6 2011 at 5:39 am
its really dramatic and has dark sultry tones, i think its very creative!!