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The curtains went down,  the actors were praised.  In the changing room,  the transformation took place.  The shimmer removed,  the darkness glowed.  The scars were revealed,  narrating incidents with lips sealed.  The crowd went home,  so they felt so safe.  They could come out naked.  They could leave their cave.  On the dark streets,  their feet were dancing, creating the magic,  with tranquility enhancing.  The twinkling smile of their soul,  made them so brightened,  as if stars had come down,  their territory widened.  That act was natural,  because it had no spectators.  That purity was factual  hiding from evil eyes of haters.  Little did the crowd care,  they were fooled, but were unaware. - Aiman Sheikh (Class of 2019)

*This is an entry for the July Blog of the Month Competition One busy day while driving around, I decided to meet someone very special as I was very exhausted.  As I stepped out of the car and my feet touched the green grass, I felt a slight breeze calming my body. And suddenly my tiredness vanished. Getting closer to him made me feel better.  And then I had a flashback of all the time I had spent with him. Two years ago, when my parents and my brother went to hajj, I was sent to his house to stay there -- my khala's house.  I've stayed there many times but this time it was different.  I had to stay there for two months and guess what? My finals were in 3 weeks . At first I was a bit shy but then he (my khalo) made this place a comfortable home for me. He used to get up early in the morning to drop me to university and looked after every little detail. He even sometimes used to wake me up in the morning so I wouldn't get late. We had breakfast together and havi