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Its been so long since ,i got the urge to tell it ,to feel it ,to express it all  is hidden within my thoughts ,but as i suck in it so it had taken me forever to be able to put it forward but today i will put it in words all those things i always felt that did grow stronger with the upcoming days ... The truth of my life still am trying to sort it out ,with everyday having something new to face , something new to learn with every up coming day understanding those bonds like threads  that connect us through with other humans ,some of these bonds breaks easily followed by pain and betrayals while others are opposite and than there are those rarest bonds which can't be replaced no matter what .... Mom ,from the very start i never understand why you got angry at my mistakes and got worried even after scolding me through and through for them ,why did you tried to help me to correct them and got relieved on my success as always  whenever i learn something new you were the most eager to p

Dear Mom , I know I can never pay you back for what you did for me. I know in these scorching summers , standing in the kitchen with sweat dripping in profusion across the sides of your beautiful face , it isn’t easy at all. Mom, you could have denied waking up for me while I was crying bitterly in my cot as a baby. You could have shunned me away every time I came to you with a arm by falling from the swing because you were already tired. You could have eaten that last bit of favorite chocolate and not sacrificed it for me. But you didn’t , mom. You woke up for me every single time I cried out of fear , hunger or a need for your warmth. You hugged me every time I came to you, hurt. You let me take that last bit of your favorite chocolate. Why mom? Just out of love? This love of yours for me , is one of the purest forms of love. It is something so pure and great that it can’t be put into words. It is so peaceful that even your mere existence around me fills me with tranquility. I know I

 Dear Mom, How I wish that we had better communication If only I could explain my feelings and let out this frustration .. How I wish you wouldn't always misunderstand this generation If only I could show how much I adore you with no hesitation .. You're my muse, mentor and inspiration If only you could look past all these misinterpretions .. We might've drifted apart because of this long lasting separation Dear mom, I wish I could tell u that I love you beyond imagination .. Saliha Anwar Ul Haq Batch of 2025

  With the huge pressure on my little soul, I was always wondering what I should do; it was Allah who saved me every single time. The teacher was absent the next day or she didn't listen the lesson from me. I have always remained calm in the most pressurized states and left it all to my fate and Allah and he ended up saving me each time. When I didn't draw the histology diagrams, he saved me from the anger of Dr. Qaisera. When I didn't learn the lesson of physiology, he didn't let me get marked absent. On many occasions of life, Allah has saved me from bad things. I have always noticed it and thanked Him. Memoma Fatima

"You know what, no one can be more scared of a break up than me." She looked at him with love in her eyes. "And you know, nothing is more exciting than to see you crying for me." He was teasing her as usual. "Why don't you ever express your love." She asked helplessly. "Didn't you tell me that you want to have some sushi today?" He asked. "No", she said. "Then why are you eating it." He murmured but she could hear it. "I know you can always grasp my feelings, I don't know how you do that." She was speechless again. "Your brain is just empty, I feel bad for you," saying this he ran because he knew she would tear him apart. She was still confused. Does unconditional love need to be expressed by words? This was the only thought disturbing her from so many days. Her phone rang, she saw his number. Her beautiful smile appeared. She knew he was going to apologize, she picked it up.

 Slipping through my fingers  Like the grains of sand  that betrayed the sea  A mirage in the desert That keeps running away I clutch at your arm Begging you to stay But it turns to dust It turns to smoke And you drift farther away I wish I knew better I wish I couldn’t shatter But a sliver of hope remains Maybe you still love me And we could still be the same As I lay under the stars You used to read about Clutching to the memories I think it’s time to realise You were a friend I never meant to keep ________ Maheen Mansoor FJMU'22

Growing up in a small place with mindsets even narrower than the streets, I thought maybe with age everyone will understand. Maybe my friends will grow and learn. But I was so wrong. Met them after a long time just to realise they still haven't gotten past the stage of body shaming each other, they do it under the guise of jokes, this makes me want to puke. What's the point of all this education, of all their riches, or of them having families classified as elite, when they still talk like the uneducated and uncultured women from late sixties. Moving to another city, starting new chapters of life, getting to know new people from all over the country. Learning, living and enjoying every single second of my life. Lahore has taught me to love my life and myself. Staying here I have really grown up. When I go back to the place where I'm from I'm heart broken to see that nothing has changed. My school friends who I adore have aged but sadly not grown up. "When a flowe

Can't forget that bright sensation- as if sunlight with the smell of those flowers, as if springs beauty had covered it all; my soul, my mind in a complete harmony. Never tried to understand the reason behind it all, as I thought that it belongs to me, but now that I think and ponder, maybe the reason behind it all was your smiles, and those gestures of remembering all the little insignificant details that brought out giggles and laughs. Yes, you were the reason for those smooth bright days within me... Now that your sounds are getting fainter as if you are leaving, I feel an itch in my heart because I know the scenery is changing, and now that you all have left, it feels like the brightness is replaced with clouds and they are getting darker and gloomier. I am scared of it. Why is it changing when I don't want it to? Why can't I stop it? Didn’t it all belong to me? But then I understood, it might be because of being alone. Yes, that might be it. I have to find someone, som