I WRITE MY HEART OUT

In a busy home where many generations lived together, we were born into a joint family system. Here, family values weren't just taught; they were the very air we breathed. From the moment we could walk, we learned the importance of family. Growing up with brothers, we often acted like them, sometimes forgetting how to be women, even though we were fragile and sensitive. As the only girls in such a household, the weight of responsibility settled on our shoulders early on. Our own choices were rarely prioritized; the family's needs always came first. Whether it was about our school or work, hanging out with friends, traveling, or even driving a car, every decision required the entire family's approval. Respecting family choices, even when it meant hiding our pain, was normal. Regardless of whether our relatives were on good terms with our parents, we had to respect and participate in family events to keep the peace. The values we grew up with meant we had to show respect to e

My heart is Echoes of the Mountains,  A Cry for Justice.  My heart is heavy, shadows everywhere,
 Injustice, unfairness, inhumanity in the air.
 Not bound by race, yet racism it’s called,
 My heart bleeds, my spirit appalled. For my Pashtoon community, I weep and cry,
In the land of mountains,  where hopes should fly.
 My voice shivers, expressing the pain, 
Of Wazir family, enduring endless strain. Mountains calling, now mountains cry,
 Echoing our anguish to the sky.
 Why us? Why Pashtuns, why this fate?
 Oh motherland, your love innate. Protected we stand, yet suffering we bear,
 Injustice surrounds us, life so unfair.
 Why us? We ask, with hearts worn thin, 
Seeking solace, strength from within. In the name of Gilamaan Wazir,  we stand tall,
Facing adversities,  together we call.
For justice, for peace,  for our community’s right,
 In the echoes of mountains,  we continue our fight. A Cry for Justice,  My heart is Echoes of the Mountains. 

Never admire quietly,  If I see beauty, I say it brightly.  If I love you, I'll make it known,  If your lashes are long, if your eyes have shone. If your voice is sweet, I’ll praise it too,  Whether you sing for me or not, it's true.  If you work late into the night,  I’ll bring you coffee,  keep your spirits light. If you're passionate about what you do,  I’ll light candles of hope just for you.  If your day is rough, I’ll be a clown,  Doing silly things to chase your frown. If you hurt me, I’ll think you're stressed,  A bad day’s weight upon your chest.  If you make me cry, I'll find relief,  Crying on your shoulder, sharing grief. If you stand for me, I'll stand by you,  I’ll rally the world to see you through.  If I die, my love will still protect,  But if I'm alive and you reject, I'll step away, not make a fuss,  Admiring you quietly, as I must. ( inspired by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie) 

 In life's harsh tale, where tears oft' flow, The world's a stage of joy and woe. From trials hard, humility is wrought, In life's cruel song, every heart is caught. Promises, like fragile whispers, break, Pride crushed, leaving hearts to ache. The strong fall for a fleeting touch, Yet the world remains, indifferent and such. Charms fade, like petals in the storm, Cravings quenched, but hearts forlorn. Love's illusions, like shadows, fade away, In a world of masks, where truth holds no sway. So we journey on, through the darkest night, Seeking solace in a world devoid of light. In the end, we find, it's the pain we bear, For life's true beauty lies in its despair.

 In the quiet space between sleep and waking, Where stars dance and the sky is shaking, My mind drifts in the magic of this world, Where beauty and mystery are unfurled. Where sins don’t feel like sins at all, And past efforts become treasures tall. A place to heal old wounds and scars, Where silence speaks with the light of stars. Life feels royal, like a queen's reign, Where the future is free and the past holds no pain. New things are daring, bold, and bright, Commitments are sweet, like fondant light. Where one day feels like years gone by, And life is rich in a single sigh. Raindrops fall, washing away the hate, Just like love, making the world great  ( on an unknown road)   منزل کی جستجو میں عسفر کی رعنائی کھو نہ دو

There are days when life overwhelms you with the praise of strangers. They admire your work, your existence, and the name you’ve made for yourself. Some of these strangers become cherished friends, accepted wholly with their ups and downs. Why is the world so blind to the fact that these well-wishers and selfless souls need understanding too? Some people must recognize their sacrifices—making others laugh by day and crying by night, bearing unhealed wounds and untold traumas, hiding failures beneath their successes. Their unseen struggles and boundless energy create happiness for others. Why are the smiles with aching hearts never healed? Why is the world so cruel to those who live silently, still striving despite their pain?

 In a world where friendships fray, Once close bonds now fade away. Promises broken, trust betrayed, In the aftermath, hearts dismayed. Through halls of learning, paths we tread, From strangers to friends, it's said. But for me, a different tale unfolds, Leaving behind what once felt bold. I pledged to shield, to stand as one, Yet you shattered it, one by one. Without explanation, without remorse, Leaving wounds, an unseen force. Each member fought, defended true, Yet your actions left us askew. From tying laces to shared stages bright, We stood by you, in day and night. What turned you cold, what made you stray, To soil lives in such disarray? Entering homes uninvited, hearts torn, Breaking bonds that were once sworn. Now ships adrift, stained with pain, In the wake of your selfish gain. So many hearts left bruised and sore, In the wake of the storm you bore. Yet amidst the wreckage, a glimmer shines, In the hope of healing, in love's designs. For from the ashes, new bonds may