On Fairytales

When we were kids we were told fairytales, most of them starting with the line "Once upon a time". I loved them as a child, because of the fantasy and the cuteness of princesses, the handsome and kind prince and how everything ended in a happily ever after.
However this isn't the truth..

When i was told the story of Cinderella, i was told she was a young pretty girl who was tormented by her stepsisters and then be the help of a fairy God mother she met the prince and then they got married.
But why didn't anyone told me that she had the same life after marriage. Why didn't anyone told me even after getting married a girl has to work like a mule and the place of step sisters and step mother is taken by sister in laws and mother in law. Why didn't someone told me that?

When i was told the story of beauty and the beast, i was told there was a beast a really beautiful girl fell in love with him. She kissed him as he was nearly dying and he became a prince again. 
Why didn't somebody tole me that in real life your prince charming turns into a beast. That beast beats and curses the woman who loves him. Why didn't someone told me that beast turned prince charming is the cause of domestic violence.

When i was told the story of little red riding hood, i was told that there was a little girl who went into woods to meet her grandmother and a wolf got there before her. He killed her grandmother and was about to eat her when some villagers nearby killed the wolf. 
Why wasn't i told that this world is so full of wolves. Why wasn't i told that if you go out men would stare at you like wolves waiting to pounce on you at the first chance they get. Why didn't anyone told me that rapes were so common in our part of the world?

When i was told the story of sleeping beauty i was told that the princess was cursed by the evil witch and she slept for a long time until the curse was broken after hundred years by the kiss of the prince. 
Why didn't someone told me that after falling in love hearts are broken not the curses. Why didn't somebody told me it hurts. Why didn't someone told me that suicides are so common in young people? why?

The Plea

Dear Pakistan,
Please get well soon...


                                                                                                    The  Patriots

The Bubble

Do you know how it feels when you are floating in a bubble of dreams? That it takes you higher and higher soaring into the sky but you know that when you will fall down you would hit the ground so hard that you would break into so many tiny pieces that you yourself cannot collect.


When you know that if you keep floating more the more badly you will get hurt, but you just keep sailing through air in the beauty of that glassy buble. It's so comforting and so enchanting that you dont want to let go of it.


You are no where neither the heavens nor the earth, you are suspended somewhere in the middle, when the gravity does gets weak but never lets you go, it just lets your srtings go loose.
When the starry sky and the colorful rainbows surround you, you dance in your pleasure in your own little bubble but you dont realize how fragile it is....

Memory Lane

She opened her drawer an took out the printed papers. It's been a year since she last saw them. She read them again and again and again..
When she had memorized every word and the tears on her cheek dried up, she took the papers and lighted them up. The smoke emnated furiously as the orange and red flames consumed the paper. In the burning fire she could  see that face..


"Seriously i don't know who is doing this to you" "I swear it isn't me" He said trying his best to sound honest while his heart was swelling with the satisfaction of victory.
"whoever it is knows you very well, why would i do it?? I am so drowned in my own sorrows" He said sitting across her gazing intently into her troubled eyes..


She shunned the thoughts of that animal with those abuses still ringing in her ear.
The fire burned with a brighter flame, the wind was strong, bits of burned paper danced in the air. The smoke started suffocating her but she stood there gazing intently into the flames consuming those papers when another face appeared in the fire..


"Get out of my house right now" He roared, she sobbed badly "Don't do this drama here, fool someone else with your innocent face" He shouted as he tried to push her out of the apartment...


The fire has almost consumed the paper, the grey ashes remained as she remembered all those hugs, kisses and those tender moments. She remembered the final goodbye with him, which has eased all the pain. They have parted on a good note. She knew that he would never hurt her no matter whatever happened.


She collected the ashes and blew them away in the wind wishing him happiness, a beautiful life and lots of love and a silent wish that she never see him again. The wind calmly blew away the ashes and she turned back satisfied and happy, free from all the chains of memories. Her phone rang and shooked her from the trance, the voice from the other end said
 " Honey you took so much time to attend the call, i miss you so much baby.. "

Souls for Auction! Contact us!

We live in a world where everything can be sold or bought. Whether it be smiles or frowns, we sell everything.


We sell our dignity and pride. We even sell our nation's integrity. We have auction sales everywhere, whether it be cricket world cup with the sold victory or Raymond Davis's black water team who bought the lives of the Dead.


Poor parents were already selling their children for money to eat. But for the first time we have brought a revolution, a better option for your shopping. At first we were only contended with selling the lives of our country men living at the borders of Khyber Pakhtoon Kwah to drone attacks. But now we sell souls.


So we have a new offer, we will revolutionize your shopping like never before. We now sell faith and souls too. Hurry! Its a limited offer for a long time!

© Rabea Kamran