I WRITE MY HEART OUT

  I walked alone on an unfamiliar path, not knowing anyone or anything. Some people helped me with what I was doing, while others talked bad about me behind my back. What surprised me the most was that even the people I respected talked disrespectfully about me. It's funny when they talk about loyalty because I still keep secrets about who my real friends and enemies are. I don't like feeling sorry for myself, but I miss the times when we laughed together. I miss the old days, the old books, and everything that's now just memories. One day, I'll tell my story in a beautiful way, starting from the little kid crying in the corner, always helping others but missing out on her own happiness. Nowadays, some people pretend to be close to me when they're not really. And others praise me without really knowing me. It's funny how some people can be so easily fooled.

 In Tayyaba's hands, a phone unfolds its tale, Reels and Twitter weave stories, heartaches unveil. Palestinian whispers rise from the rubble's core, Little voices call, as survival's anthem they implore. Baloch women, a march in courage displayed, Sorrow and pride, in a delicate dance portrayed. In the midst of hardship, a prideful soul unfolds, Belonging to a lineage of resilience it holds. Forget my sorrows, the world's burdens may weigh, Yet worry for friends, as serpents in shadows play. Children orphaned, yet faith steadfastly gleams, Oh Lord, infuse in me strength, like eternal streams.

  In the stillness of the night, I'm wide awake, Silent tears trace the journey on my face. Only I bear the weight of what I've lost, The skin I wear feels worn, like a heavy cost. Success, once mine, breeds envy's seed, Friends turn to foes, like swords indeed. Longing for days of pride and love, I grapple with secrets held high above. Why my heart aches, I can't express, Each morning a storm, night a funeral dress. I laugh out loud to drown the inner scream, Seeking peace, chasing a vanishing dream. I yearn to forget the friends of yore, Mentors once revered, now a distant shore. Memories linger, a haunting wraith, I crave happiness, escape from this scathe. In the solace of paper, my pen's embrace, I confide in the pain, seeking grace. Let the mat bow my head once more, Grant me peace, my Lord, I implore 

I've heard that autumn's grace, with leaves descending low, It made me sense that hearts in fall, like leaves, let love freely flow. A whispered call on October's fifth, a melancholy tune, Cries and sighs, they told the tale beneath the golden moon. In fleeting moments, flights elude, as time slips through our hands, Balancing work and endless exams, covering hundred-kilometer lands. Through these three years, I've seen farewells to real and feigned, I pray, may I be the first to part, as life's tapestry is re-arranged. With those radiant smiles and heartfelt calls, I wish not to yearn for, Grant me the patience to bear the loss, for in my heart, I yearn to learn. Give me the strength to stand as tall as the love my heart still brings, In the autumn of my life, as the falling leaves, my soul takes wing.

To the one who once in friendship stood so near, Now causing harm, my heart is filled with fear, I hope you find new bonds with those who spurned, In the days of learning, lessons harshly earned. Oh, dearest companion, gentle as the night, Now casting shadows, concealing your true light, Through the years, a mask you chose to wear, Leaving me amazed, in your false glare. To all acquaintances, a message I convey, Opportunities missed to lead a brighter way, Fear held your tongues, from the path you swerved, May you never taste the pain your actions served. Let forgiveness mend what's torn asunder, Hoping for redemption, a shared, brighter morn, Where kindness and truth are reborn.

On a sunlit day, radiant and bold, I sat within the lecture's fold, A voice arose, swift feet did flee, a tale unfolding mysteriously, Wandering lost midst clamor and sound, seeking the truth, my heart unbound, All called their dearest, so did I, drawn to the scene beneath the sky. A black-coated figure, under assault, a protest formed, a mighty exalt, At the civil hospital, the coats in black, stood united, against the attack, Yet a mightier roar, the skies did rive, the law school wept, souls did grieve, A somber exodus, a mournful bout, from those hallowed halls, a sorrowful route. In fleeting moments, whispers did spread, fathers and brothers, comrades dead, Cousins and mentors, teachers fair, husbands and friends, lost in despair, A generation gone, wisdom untold, a wealth of knowledge, now turned to gold, The day lost its brilliance, the sun turned to gray, as darkness descended, hearts in dismay. Amidst tears and cries, I found my way, a vacant home where laughter once lay,