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“Don’t tell me what they said about me, tell me why they were so comfortable to say that around you.”
I blinked back a tear and pondered for hours & hours either to give it all up and pull the trigger or to fake a laugh and move on.
I faced, faced a lot. Experienced, experienced a lot and.. Felt, felt a lot.
I was always the strong courageous one, there was always that furious tiger inside of me, finding a way to get out and show the world the real me.

Yet, I somehow became the quiet and weak victim of it all. It all backfired spontaneously.
I act different around certain people. It is not because I am fake it’s because I have a different comfort zone around certain people.
I tried and failed after all how could I trick myself into not thinking about the time when I screamed in pain and you all passed by as if you all heard nothing.
It’s funny, when I look back into my past and find myself trembling with fear with my face buried in my hands and my tears escaping my eyes. Saw what I never wanted to and experienced what I never had to.

I am not scared of you going out and about telling people how I made you feel, I am scared for the moment when they will come to know about what you did to me.
Shattering my heart into pieces and scattering them as if it was some stuff that could only be mentioned as disgust, wasn’t that enough? Apparently, it wasn’t. For you.
Came into my life as a friend and now after humiliating me publicly, you all abandoned my weeping soul with such ease. Faking a laugh as I forced my uncomfortable self to be comfortable with you, wailing endlessly in a silent room; even the walls mourned with me.

I was a prisoner then. My once peaceful soul was trapped in my alive yet dead body. My brainwashed thoughts and my pointless existence. It was a pure example of injustice and torture.
And indubitably it is, it was and it’ll always be “Unforgettable and Unforgivable.”

Fiction, Mystery

The Wizard Of Oz

Topic: The Wizard Of Oz.
By: Hajra Salim
The Wizard Of Oz is a High Fantasy, Magic and Wizardry children’s novel. The author of this novel “L. Frank Baum” wrote seventeen more books about the Wizard Of Oz. The story had been made into films many times. The most famous was made in 1939 & 2013. He wanted to write a fairy tale that was full of mystery, imagination and magic.
The Wizard Of Oz is a story about a trip to a magical fairyland. At the beginning of the story, there is a cyclone. The cyclone carries Dorothy’s house to the land of Oz. Dorothy is a sweet little girl who lives in a small farmhouse in the middle of Kansas. She lived there with her Uncle Henry and Aunt Em. Uncle Henry was a farmer. Dorothy was a very kind simple girl, there were no other families to visit, or children to play with but Dorothy had someone to play with. It was a little dog. His name was Toto, So Dorothy was never bored.
One day Uncle Henry was sitting on his deck chair outside the house and he shouted “IT’S A CYCLONE”. Aunt Em went outside to have a look and she to shouted and told Dorothy to rush into the “Cyclone Cellar”. The “Cyclone Cellar” is a small room in the basement where the members of the house rush when there is a Cyclone. As it’s very safe.
And Now, this is how the real story begins. Dorothy and her dog Toto reach a weird piece of land which is also known as the “Munchkin Land”. This area is not as sweet as it sounds. Its quiet mysterious and as Dorothy starts to explore she meets people, make new friends, discover their stories, exploring and searching for an answer to go back to Kansas, talking to people, managing to survive, facing the greatest fears, encouraging her friends, losing her dog, meeting the ruler of the Kingdom and much much more!
The Wizard Of Oz is basically about a girl who is very brave and knows how to battle with her fears. This is worth your time. Absolutely Amazing story and has a great moral. Also this was my first novel and this Novel increased my interest in reading even more. Flawless!

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Silent Night

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By: Hajra Salim

The “Silent Night (Fear Street)” is an amazing book which can be categorized as thriller,horror,crime, mystery and drama. This book is written by R.L. STINE. Robert Lawrence Stine, better known by his pen name R.L.STINE; is the author of more than twenty mysteries and thrillers. He also writes funny novels and joke books.Robert is an American novelist, short story writer, television producer, screenwriter, and executive editor. He is also called as the ”Stephen King of children’s literature” and is the author of hundreds of horror fiction novels, including the books in the Fear Street, Goosebumps, Rotten School Mostly Ghostly and The Nightmare Room series. This book ”Silent Night” has been continued in two other books known as ”Silent Night 2” & ”Silent Night 3” which were as fascinating as the first part.

The book’s prologue begins with a girl called Reva Delby working in her father’s store behind a cosmetic counter. By ”working” I meant, most of the time spending her time roaming here and there, fluffing up her hair all the time, painting her nails and applying lipsticks that matches her nail polish and admiring her reflection on the glass counter. There had been some ups and downs like her mother passing away, friends and family issues. But still she was very happy and thankful that she has a big beautiful house and that she has each and every thing someone could ever wish for but Reva had one bad habit that she used to envy her cousin, envied the way people immediately liked her, envied the way how well groomed she was although she was very poor. Everything was perfect until; 0ne day she was just applying her lipstick and her lips start bleeding and she saw deep cuts on her lips. She became worried and saw that there was a very sharp needle in the lipstick. This was something strange as she had applied the same lipstick many times and it caused no harm. As time passed, very weird things started happening like her friends getting arrested and brutally killed, getting blackmailed and threatened to death, receiving suspicious cards and presents. Her money couldn’t help her now. Nobody could. After all, who can you return to when the murder comes gift wrapped…

This book is basically a very logical and an interest developing book. It shows how the character and even YOU missed the hints and the signals the murderer was giving you. It will make you wonder about what to do next and you will find yourself in the story searching for an answer. It’s a book full of suspense, mystery and hidden warnings.A breathtaking adventure is waiting for you. Join this adventure and you’ll be amazed. Absolutely, Worth Reading. Perfect for crime solving and mystery lovers.

Fiction, Mystery

Streets Of Baskerville

~ Giving up doesn’t always mean you are weak…Sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.~

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She wandered alone under those dark starry nights in the streets of Baskerville. Sitting on the sidewalk, walking slowly down the streets, tears running down her cheeks, a fake smile on her face; she looked happy on the outside but inside she screamed for help. Her heart was broken into pieces. Nobody could tell either if she was sad because of that fake smile of hers. But unfortunately, that smile couldn’t fake everything. Behind her fake smile hid thousands of stories from a past that she regretted.

She claimed that she didn’t remember any of the bad days. But indeed, her past was full of sorrows. In her opinion, ignoring all the bad days and pretending they never existed made her strong. She didn’t know that strength comes from confronting and fighting against all the negativity and learning a lesson. Unfortunately, she moved backwards instead of moving forward. She never understood the real meaning of being strong.


She would sit in the corner and refuse to say a single word. She would walk away in the middle of a conversation or start running as if she was being chased. She smiled and suffered, absorbing all the negativity with patience. Her worst enemies were her memories. After all, how could one recover so easily after so much harm? She felt that all of her wrong decisions made her seem like a catastrophe. She would talk less, it was like that she felt painless. She suffered. Suffered and survived. She was no longer a sweet, happy girl; quite the opposite.

She felt abandoned, invisible and worthless. Nobody would lend a helping hand, nothing could reduce her stress. She felt betrayed. Her goal was to survive and wait until her journey ended. She would stay up nights staring at a wall or be found in the middle of the forest, asleep as if she hadn’t slept for weeks. Even so, no amount of sleep in the world could cure the tiredness she felt. She would run, spending her days in a lonely graveyard, crying or standing still in the rain as if she were waiting for someone. She felt as if she was a plastic doll, people used her, betrayed her and pointed out her imperfections, as if she didn’t already see them.

The only thing she ever experienced was humiliation and degradation. She avoided being hurt. Actually, she wasn’t sure if she was avoiding something. It felt like the whole world turned their backs towards her. Everything seemed so lifeless. She was no longer alive now; this was an indubitable truth. Her spiritless soul searched for peace. Feeble cries of pain and hopelessness were the only sounds that crossed her throat. She was sinking.

Before, she saw the world as full of peace and love and now she saw the exact same world as full of hatred and disgust. Her soul was covered with scars and bruises, but the unusual fact was that she felt nothing. It wasn’t hurting anymore, it wasn’t aching, it was as if she was dead. Her dreams shattered and her nightmares stayed with her forever. She was lost and wanted to stay that way.

Her dreams, or maybe unfinished businesses, made her re-live everything. Everything was wrecked, all the positive images had vanished. Negativity is what she thought the world was covered in. She found herself making the same mistakes over and over.

She had lost her way and let her aspirations slip once again. It felt like misfortune followed her wherever she went. Her enemy was her past, her mind in agony. She tortured herself with her own mind, losing every battle she fought. She suffered never-ending pain. Nobody could hear her cry; nobody cared until something dramatic happened. She was fed up and tired of fake people, fake hugs, fake smiles and false hopes. It was like her world just caved in.

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Still after all of her trials, she dreamed of a miracle. Yes, her achievements, her goals, and her aims were lost but she couldn’t stop herself from dreaming. She dreamt that one day she would wake up and everything would appear as a bad dream. She wished for nothing but she dreamed, dreamed of living once again, and experiencing everything she had ever dreamed of.

All this was a daily routine for her now, wandering the streets of Baskerville, watching the cars go by, sitting alone on the sidewalk, walking slowly down the streets, tears running down her cheeks…

~The deeper I think the deeper I seem to sink~

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