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Anika

AndysWillowTree

LECTURES 76
Votes 8
Chapitres 3
Durée 8m

LECTURES 76
Votes 8
Chapitres 3
Durée 8m

AndysWillowTree

This is a poem that I wrote for a friend of mine who recently died. Her mother was driving a car when it plunged off a cliff, killing her mother, her two siblings, and her. At the moment it is complete, but it is an on going form of therapy for me, so it might be continued. 

Here's to you Anika....

Whatever is written here is from a grieving teenager so please ignore the darker tones. As a note I am putting this in Spiritual, and I have checked the guidelines. I feel that is where it fits best.Tous Droits Réservés

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Paint Us Gray: Part 1, écrit par actressesumner

Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand narrative; it's about one person's toe dipping into the brokenness of the Earth, and the ripples, waves, tsunamis it created in her life. A couple of months ago, while consoling a friend grieving the loss of a relationship, he asked me a question no one had ever asked me before. A very vulnerable and powerful question. I had been sharing some of my own similar experiences with him when he messaged me that life changing question, "And, what did you see at the top of the mountain?" While his words were just letters on a screen, I could see the hunger in his eyes, hear the desperation in his voice, sense the overwhelming thirst of a person climbing up an incredibly steep and treacherous mountain. What did I see at the top of the mountain? This book is my answer to this question. Let's go for a hike.

Anfal's Ibtihaj ✔, écrit par gulle_jana

" I do!!" She said in shaky tone. It was still unbelievable for her that her dad made her deal with a Mafia king just for some pennys. She could see the smirk of her ownership in his eyes and a golden cage in which she will have to spend her rest of life. _______________ "Let's see how will you wear all these shameless clothes in my house!!" He said throwing glowing match stick on a pile of clothes in front of him. She was looking at him with wide eyes. "Hey..Stop!!!" She tried to stop him but he yanked her away making her fall on ground. "Remember that I am not your fucking Hassan who will bear all your these shitty tantrums!! This is my house and here follows the rules I, Ibtihaj Ibrahim Usmani makes!!!" He said clenching her jaw. ______________ She was an innocent soul. He kills mercilessly. She was an independent bird. He used to cage birds. He hates her dressing. She hates everything about him. Both were loathing each other's existence not knowing that Allah has bounded them the day they were born till the day of judgement. A story of a girl who never gave a damn about religion. Fashion was her life but there came a point in her life when she wanted to change but the thought disturbed her was that will Allah forgive her?? A story of a man who never thought about a single girl. His work, his gang, his people were all he cared about. They say love can change anyone and anything!! let's see how love changes shameless dressing of Anfal and beasty nature of Ibtihaj. Let's see how they become from "Anfal" and "Ibtihaj" to "Anfal's Ibtihaj". Will Anfal's quest of making Ibtihaj "Anfal's Ibtihaj" be completed?? An enthralling and heart quenching tail of a Mafia man and a normal girl. If you are depressed and thinks that you are worthless and you are big sinner that Allah will never love you ever and forgive you... then!! My beautiful and precious gem!! this story is for you!!❤ Alteast give it a try!! 😊 ~Thank you

The Diary of Me, écrit par lyssagibson

I have marked this story as "completed" but I don't know if it will ever actual be complete. This is my journal, my secrets, my thoughts. This is The Diary of Me.

LET ME HATE YOU, écrit par AnjaaniSadek

A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.

Not so Love, écrit par Ash_Vn

A man speaks up. I'm Rajeev. I don't know why I am telling you this but you should hear this. You are the correct person who can understand this. This is a story about a family. Every life is a story and every person is a character. And the human mind has different shades. What if different shades if one mind come as different person, yes this story is about that. It's about a hard life like yours. Life is not about winning or losing, it's about leading. It's about committing and correcting mistakes. It's about leaping and learning. It's about odd and even. It's about you. Don't think much. You will understand this when the story gets over. Remember one thing. Being good is the safest role to play. Be good and do good. I am also a part of this story but not a bigger part. so the bigger part is Ankit. He is the same as you and me. Good looking, loving and happy, normal man. Rithik, who told perfect doesn't exist? He is perfect. Like a part of our brain wants us to be right? Perfect. Rich, responsible, handsome and disciplined. Tara, everyone dreams to be a saviour. She is one. oh, wait! What if she is not? I don't know. only you can tell that. You are the listener right. At last suhana, she is us. A girl who dreams and try to achieve that. We all have motives and what extent you would go to attain that? Beyond extent? Come on this is survival of the fittest and people can go beyond any extent. Yes, it is bad. Suhana is bad and its okay cause everyone is bad. Either always or of a sudden. So let's not waste more time is the description and quickly, let me tell you the horrific tragedy of one bad decision.

Gereksiz İntikam , écrit par author_118

Shoaib When I saw her in bridal attire, crying helplessly and miserable, I didn't think twice to play the hero in her life. But you know when things go wrong? Exactly when Abraham bhai decides to remarry us. I hate her to the core because her brother took a piece of my heart by manipulating her. Now, even I don't know what I will do with this unwanted girl waiting for me, all dolled up as my bride because I already tainted her innocence in most unforgivable way , zina i can named it. ( Zina= committing adultery without nikah) Taniya I was devastated after Navruz's death; my heart bled knowing he was just using me and would sell me to other men. So when Shoaib gave me his shoulder to cry on, I didn't think twice before leaning my head. Unknown to the fact that he is my biggest nightmare, all dressed like a daydream *** "Don't worry, I will abort this baby of yours," she said emotionlessly. "I also want her to abort this filth, but I don't know why my heart aches by hearing her words." "She is a woman, right? And a woman has the purest and softest heart. How could she be talking about aborting my child without any remorse and pain?" "My child," bitterness filled my tongue just with his mere thought. "Why would you abort my child?" I asked out of nowhere. Unwanted emotions are taking place in my heart. "Because your child will always remind me of your injustice to me," she said, trying to be strong. Bitter memories engulf my mind. "What if I didn't allow you to abort?" I asked, controlling my rage. "Then give me a divorce after I give birth to your child," she said confidently. Her confidence is making me furious. I fisted her hair in a tight grip, making her yelp in pain. Today she will witness the darkest side of me After all, I married her to take my revenge

Our Hidden Secrets (Completed), écrit par being_muslimah13

She sat on couch closing her eyes in a bridal posture.He entered the room and after collecting all his guts he spoke " I just wanted to tell you that I married you only for my mom and I'll never be able to love you " . She jumped in happiness listening to those words and a genuine smile crept on her lips as she asked him " are you serious? I mean I wanted to tell you the same thing I married you only for sake of my family and I too can never love you " . he stood shocked in his place . He couldn't believe on her words but he felt his problem was solved . you might have seen couples with hate between them. you might have even seen couples with love between them. But here is a couple with no love and no hate between them . What kind of chemistry do you think they will have ? come join the unseen journey of this couple . This is a sequel of secret admirer but even if you haven't read it its fine . The story is of Anat. you'll know her if you have read Secret Admirer. Began on 27 feb 2017

TAUHIDA ✔️, écrit par Deedi--

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Dear You, From, Me [COMPLETED & EDITING], écrit par musicalnerd98

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Paint Us Gray: Part 1

Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand narrative; it's about one person's toe dipping into the brokenness of the Earth, and the ripples, waves, tsunamis it created in her life. A couple of months ago, while consoling a friend grieving the loss of a relationship, he asked me a question no one had ever asked me before. A very vulnerable and powerful question. I had been sharing some of my own similar experiences with him when he messaged me that life changing question, "And, what did you see at the top of the mountain?" While his words were just letters on a screen, I could see the hunger in his eyes, hear the desperation in his voice, sense the overwhelming thirst of a person climbing up an incredibly steep and treacherous mountain. What did I see at the top of the mountain? This book is my answer to this question. Let's go for a hike.