Today is my friend’s birthday, but…

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Today is my friend’s 18th birthday.

I did attend her surprise birthday party and gave her a nice gift, wished her on time and put on an obligatory birthday wish status and display picture with her to tell her how much she means to me. But as I was typing a long birthday wish for her, I had a flashback of the moments we have spent together in college and the only thing that came in my mind was a bitter comment made by her about me in front of everyone, including me. The memory of that day and that moment was still alive, hemmed in some corner of my brain, now dancing shamelessly like a harlot in front of my eyes, reminding me of the day my soul was torn apart from my body.

It wasn’t a bad comment on my character, it was on my personality. The reason it pierced my heart so much was because I have heard that comment before, from someone else, someone who claimed to be my best friend. And even though we are still in contact whenever I think about her the first thing that comes in my mind is the same comment. And I’d be lying if I say that it doesn’t hurt me. Because it does. It certainly does. And we all know that physical wounds can be healed but emotional wounds cannot. The pain of that comment will always stay in my heart and even if that (the birthday girl) was incredibly sweet and helpful to me in past, even though she apologized a lot for that comment later on and even though I have forgiven her, the first memory that comes of her in my mind will always be that same comment.

Please, never think for a moment that your words don’t have any effect on others.  Bitter words hurt more than the peeling of skin from our body with the help of a knife, more than the pain of a completely broken nail from our skin. And even if you think someone is not as good as you please keep it to yourself and don’t say that on their face. Because there is a 99% chance he already knows that, and secretly he is just trying to change that. Think from your heart before you speak, keep yourself in his place and think how would you feel if you were him and someone said the same to you? You would never forgive him/her. It takes a trillion compliments to build someone’s personality and your one harsh comment can take it all down, or worse, just kill him from inside.

Spread peace, love and kindness!

Love,

Fiya.

His beloved (a short story)

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Joe walked down the stairs in a hurry, his vision blurring and causing him to miss two steps at a time. He was already late. He had to look at Jade one more time, or maybe last time before she goes to take her class. Her class was just in two minutes. He could not let this opportunity pass, he had to have a glance at his sweetheart, bask in her smile and adore those big blue eyes with lashes so long one could see their shadow on her upper cheeks. Her lips firmly molded and her hair so long, smooth and silky, they reminded him of Arabian silk. Her sweet laugh could mend anyone’s broken heart and fix their torn soul. She was a lovely young beauty, full of life and glamour, a happy go lucky sort. He longed to hold her, to pinch her cheeks, touch her hair and be the cause of her smile. He loved her and he needed her, more than anything in this world. She was his life, without her it was impossible for him to survive.

His heart was thumping so hard he knew he could die at any tick of the clock. He ran in a hurry to the right block where her class was. He looked to the right, and then to the left. He felt like his heartbeat had stopped.
She was not there.

She was gone to her class. He wouldn’t be able to see her today, wouldn’t be able to rejoice in her lovely laugh and who knows about tomorrow? it isn’t promised. His jaw dropped. His eyes suddenly became red, filled with salty water of his emotions. His forehead became sweaty, his vision started blurring and his hands started trembling. Downhearted and low spirited, he raised his hands to himself as if praying to God and stared at his sweaty palms, trying to read the luck lines. He couldn’t believe on his bad luck when suddenly he heard echoes of laughter and two girls coming out of her class as if punished by the teacher.

It was her!

His darling, his angel, his sweet one. Laughing and high-fiving her friend, she stole a glance at Joe who was staring lovingly at her. Not knowing who he is, except that he was a school mate, she passed a confused smile at him. He laughed. How lucky he felt at that moment, She finally noticed him! She finally knew he existed on the last day of his existence.

On the last day of his existence

Even being so attractive that he stood out among his mates like a striking, magnificent jungle cat surrounded by harmless baby kittens, he decided not to propose her. Not because he was afraid to be rejected… but because he did not want to be accepted. He smiled at her, for one last time while she giggled with her friend, standing out of the class, completely unaware of the fact that this handsome young man standing right in front of him is madly in love with her, and also, that he is suffering from Brain cancer, a disease of which he was sure he is not going to survive because his doctors had already told him so. The cancer had spread, causing a severe headache, seizures and vision blurring. He came to school every day, just to catch a glimpse of her one more time, to listen to her laughter and to look at her and pray to God to give her all the happiness in the world, and to give him a chance to catch a sight of her,just one more time.

Just one more time

It was his last day on Earth, last day with her.

But the first day of his existence in the eyes of his beloved.

A ‘Color Me!’ Day gone wrong!!!

Photo credits: Rai. Our pool filled with powder colors :)

Photo credits: Rai.
Our pool filled with powder colors 🙂

My sister’s bestfriend, Rai threw a ‘Color me lad!’ party yesterday in which I was also invited. Expecting many trays filled with colors, I went there but got to know that the color supplier had looted her, in 1000 PKR, he only gave her a spoonful of colors. We were expecting this party to be a total flop when my sister’s other friend (Ima) got handfuls of food colors from the supermarket and so our party began with a bam!

JUMP EVERYONE!!

JUMP EVERYONE!!

Rai got overexcited and threw everyone in the pool!

Mah spent all her time telling everyone how cute they look

Dee joined in later, but decided to put on colors to her face herself because everyone else seemed to be busy! (I was not, so I took notes! :P)

Ree filled me with all colors and tried fixing the water gun

Aich stood in the corner and showered water on everyone

Ima’s shirt was torn off and no one knows how!!!

Raya (my sister) kept on wondering if these colors would actually come off our faces or not.

Me and the girls after playing color me lad

Me and the girls after playing color me lad

And well it was all fun and colors and water and photos… until we decided to take a shower for supper…

…And we realized that all the colors were permanent…
The colors won’t come off!!!!!!

Everyone’s face was like a world map with different countries printed on it in different colors

I decided with Aich, that I’m the empress of that pink colored country on her face.

We emptied bottles of baby lotion and body lotion in a desperate attempt to cleanse away the colors from our faces but no use
We emptied the bottle of hand wash (it was my lame idea that the chemicals in hand wash are harsher and that would help to get the stains off our faces)

NO USE!
BEAUTIFUL TIED AND DYED FACES

At the end of the day everyone’s face was puffed up with worry, everyone kept scrubbing out layers and layers of their skin. Some of them even tried bleaching their faces, but no help.
Luckily after so much trouble, my face and hair ended up cleaner than before (Thankyou lady luck! I love you too)

But for others, this party did not end up so well, leaving colors on their faces and tears in their eyes, reminding me of the quote….

“You’re too ‘colorful’ to be depressed”