Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future. 8220;Where ARE you? 8220;At what address? .

Slightly inane ramblings of a wife, mother, and someone who happens to have Bipolar 1 disorder. Coffee was a little more relaxing.

Indonesian All entries in bahasa Indonesia. English All entries in English. CerpeNina I may say, this is my specialty. Fictions! Short stories, continuous stories, what ever stories. Opinion Here I am, saying it out loud. What life is for me. Registrasi Ulang Nomor Hape di hari Valentine? Pada satu poin, semua manusia akan merasakan kehilangan.

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On motherhood, motherland, and poetry. My submissions are under your feet. As you extend them on your messy desk. Read them behind greasy glass screen. While you judge who gets the firing squad. I lay sleepless, waiting for the bullets. To reach my mind and heart. Acceptable into your exclusive gangs. That my arabness is also a rejection letter.

میر عرب کو آئی ٹھنڈی ہوا جہاں سے. This is the first time in. Pakistan, please value talented people while they are alive! June 5, 2017. Aamir Aaki performing in Coke Studio, 2016. What Pakistani Film Industry Can Learn From Waheed Murad. The Face That Changed The Way A Nation Saw Itself.

Will PSC rise to the Challenge? A letter from the heart of a Muslim woman. Of Palestine and the World. Mama, I Love You. If this is not Child Abuse, What is? No Chance by Chance. The Last Encounter with my Atheist Friend. Who is Teaching Children Hate? A Tribute to Motherhood.

I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good. The night of half moon is half gone. Hopefully, what we have to say is not half left unsaid. My dearest, half, unfulfilled is the language of love. Therefore, let your desires are half relinquished. The eyes are half downcast. The lashes too are half closed his rain halF a drizzle. This rain half a drizzle. How long shall this hope remain half. Shall this thirst never be quenched? The breeze is thirst, the sky is parched. The caravan of stars if halved as well.