When every soul around breathed smooth into the air some making noises of snores only to interrupt a romantic dream of other. When the Sky wears Its blue velvet gown and moon grins admiringly at the tiny stars which played hide and seek on its dainty lap.
Somewhere when all her acquaintances dozes off into the deep slumber of sleep, A young girl of fantasies and tales slowly and walks to her laptop. Restarting it and reassuring no sound comes she gathers her a flowing cascade of dark wavy hair rolling it into a hurry bun.
After few minutes of settling down she is found typing insanely
Slowly slowly she gets deeply lost into it as if becoming completely oblivious to her surroundings around. She writes. She pour, she actually frees her locked up thoughts of the whole tiring day from the cage. Yet her expressions remain same. Intact and natural, her small eyes frequently lifting up on the screen.
She talk. Talk on the paper Either to her lord or she writes about the one she misses a lot. She believes only those two and of course the clean white paper have more patience than people. Oh how obsess she is with them! Only her Lord knows. Only he knows what is knitted among the valleys of her small brain.
Afterall isn't he the one who had said her
أَلَا يَعْلَمُ مَنْ خَلَقَ وَهُوَ اللَّطِيفُ الْخَبِيرُ
Would He not know, Who has created them? He is the Knower of finest mysteries, and aware of everything.
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p.s: both first of my chapters are dedicated to my all time favorite authors
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Unsent Letters
SpiritualA young girl Who Gives Her inner most hidden desires A picture painted by words. Words, heart wishes To speak, Yearns to give those thoughts a voice. A book which feels.
