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Hira malik Nov 2020
Let me just sit with you
For brief
To see
How you are going to berieve me
For the loss of my dearest,
Just sit with me
Stay quiet but
For the loss have i born
Is unbearable to speak in tears.
Oh you grief
You are adjorned
For the time being
So i can cherish his memories!

Allah hafiz
Hira malik Nov 2020
There is a pain of love
So bitter sweet
There is strange sweeteness in bitterness
And sweet is barely bitter
This amalgamation is a strange pleasure to heart!
Hira malik Sep 2020
Eradication of what haunts you
be it you or he
she or we
the sensitivity of  feelings
encounters you differently!

I fascinate perfection
existance of no fear
and happiness...
what use is of such completeness that incompletes you?

The rain has message
of that nostalgic day,
when i bothered not, to bathe in rainy day
my mind was bewildered yet very calm
do such days on daily basis ever stay?

peace? within? or in him?
such blurry questions take me to nowhere
and today is the first day of new Fall
i packed all my summers essentials
my friend is visiting now with all its glory....
coldness we both will celeberate with a warm cup of tea
will discuss the randomness of this strange life
over a thoughtful read
and than
the uneasiness will crawl under my skin
oh myy dear accompanier
life is strange, its true,
but the searching souls can never taste the actual hue!
Hira malik Sep 2020
She described this dark circle as her medal
An oozing wound on her soul
Penetrating memories
And escaliting deep slumber.
She just sits around sometimes
Like a God statue
For longer hours
Staring in the sky
Thinking of nothing
And this nothingness has penetrated deep in her blood
So much
That she enjoys her oozing wounds !

Pain is our companion
A traveller friend of a lost soul
A gypsy stranger with blinging jewels
The sweeteness of its ache
Luckiest are those who enjoy and dnt fake
And this blessing recently has endured on me
I dnt lick them
I dnt drug them
The healing of this anarchy is in endurance
And the restlessness it bestows!!
Hira malik Jul 2020
Alaa, wake up my dear. Please wake up, look your mother has got milk for you.

Sitting on the ****** floor, covered in dust and tears he said “ he was my little brother”

Where is my son muhammad? Where?
“ what is his full name?”
Where are you muhammad? Muhammad?
Yes this is our son. God be willing.
The mother cried quietly and said, my Muhammad
Father said:
“Give him to me , please, illl carry him”
The mother said
“Noo, ill carry him, he is my dear son. Dnt come near to me, if you will come near, ill never forgive you
Look everyone, this is my dear muhammad, God be with you my dear child.”
And she held him in her lap, carrying him on the dusty streets, surronded by death , fear and destruction. She did not care, for her whole world she was carrying in her arms.

We will come back my Aleppo, we are leaving you with teary heart, but wait for us my beautiful Aleppo, we will come back

She stood infront of the rumbles of her beloved home and for the last time absorbed it in herself and bid a goodbye

She went to her broken home, but the plants in her backyard were still green inspite of shelling and bombs, she plucked one stem and tearfully left the last step from her home, kissing the wall and the door.

She was 9 months pregnant , the shell hit her, they did c section and took out the child. He was motionless and did not cry, they did cpr , pat his back by keeping him upside down, rubbed him hard and atlast he cried hard, and the room beemed with ALLAH  O AKBAR.

A kind hearted Dr. Hamza, who revived my faith in kindness and humanity.
Hira malik Jul 2020
Love is not a desire
No,no,no ,no
Its a need
Without which
Death is inevitable!
Hira malik Jul 2020
The pacifity of moments
She wondered sometimes why her mind and thoughts are baffled now
Why she has to confront her own doubts
Why her judgment has turned its ways on herself....
The bracing of truth is revealed
On initials ,when you faces the same happenings
When same circumstances let you get grilled through same machine
Than it falls on you,
Why sleeps are so restless and less
Even when you have all the time
The fear of being fallen away
Loosing the moments in all this juggling
Donot let you sleep for the long time......
The comfort of bed is disasterous than the agony of aches
And the sensitivity of dreams is hateful than  bitter realities
once and of all when you realise
Your hair embraces the greyness and your body engage in Aging more gracefully!!!!!
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