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May 2015
When she was nudging in her mom's womb as a lil nymph, her mother used to feel her. When her nymph escaped from the pellucid zone, she began luring her via worldly objects. When she became a toddler, her mother grasped her hands and stood by her. When she became an adult, her mom left her thinking that she is mature enough to take decisions. At that time, she experienced such traumas which she couldn't solve on her own. She longed for the arms of her mom to borrow some strength from them. She craved for the face of her mom to extract some of their beauty to beautify her life. She desired for the eyes of her mom to enhance her vision. But, she didn't desire for the feet of her mom because there lies a paradise according to all.She wanted the love and warmth of her love; the whole mom to the infinitude of soul and a finitude of a body. But but, mom came forward and offered her feet so she could press them and move towards paradise. She was shattered...
Mom
Written by
Fizza Abbas  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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   Cecil Miller and NV
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