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“I’ll be there in a minute.” I shouted as I heard my brother calling me out. The whole village was gathering around the grand fire that was lit near the whispering trees. Every year, on the eve of the ninth full moon, the whole village was gathered around the fire to share stories and sing the old folk songs. I never knew why but it always soothed my soul in a very bizarre way.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes traced down my dark brown curls sitting on my shoulders down to the pendant of the snake that I was wearing.

My old nanny had gifted it to me this morning. “This was made when you were born, my little angel.” I brushed the fine bronze carving with my fingers. The details of the snake’s skin felt so real. The snake was curled up as if trying to hide in himself. “What’s the snake for, nanny?” I had asked her, flipping the pendant over. There was something about that little piece of jewelry that I could not take my eyes off it.“Do you know that a snake sheds off its skin as it grows a new one?” she had replied softly. “But they don’t just remove the old skin; they also remove the parasites along.”

Her words echoed in some distant part of my mind. “Snakes shed their skins.”

I stepped out under the open sky. The stars were all lined up as if waiting for my arrival. Everybody stopped chattering, even the great fire burning turned silent.

The old nanny broke the motion and moved towards me. “Come, my child”, she welcomed me with a smile. With that everyone lowered their gaze and bent down on their knees. The local women started singing the old folk song that I heard since I was a kid but only now the words made sense to me.

“It’s finally the time for the snake to shed its skin,
on this night, we all gather to welcome our new princess
to whom we vow to obey and please
who’ll rule the kingdom of the whispering trees.”
She was told,
There  is  always  something  special  ­about  what  people  hold
Talented people who are perfect at their job,
And they have a talent that no one can rob
She  thought  she   too  had  something   precious,
Something inside her waiting to be discovered
Tried  to   get   it   all  out,
But ended up soon
Because  she  was  a  moon,
Who  n­eeds  sun   to  sparkle  at  night
Just like that, she had no light,
No  talent  and   no   beauty,
Rough and scattered personality
She  is  losing  faith  in  herself   day  by   day,
Losing every single reason to be gay
Over thinking ruins personality. But what if that's the only thing you are good at?
 Mar 2015 Vafa Batool
Kee
Blinded by love
The thought of him caressing me , holding me, protecting me,
cherishing me
Made life a little easier
Or so I thought.
Slicing my skin with rusty metal was always on my mind.
"I just don't like you like that."
"Why? What is it that doesn't make you 'like' me?"
"It's not you, it's me."
Or is it just the fact that **you're not ready to grow up.
I just wrote what came to mind. Inexperienced to writing poems.
 Mar 2015 Vafa Batool
Kee
Dark brown eyes,
bushy eyebrows,
chubby face,
round nose,
fat figure,
crooked-chipped teeth
My worst insecurities.
Plastic surgery crosses my mind and how it would feel to be
perfect
The girl everyone wants.
"Looks aren't everything."
Oh really?
Then who are the ones that are most popular in the music industry,
Movies, modeling?
Answer that if you would like,
but before you tell me, "looks aren't everything."
Let me ask you why tall, dark, and handsome would never go for a girl like me.
Do you still want to answer?
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