There is a girl whose reality is too…
Remorseful,
Emotional,
Too complex,
Too perfect,
To be written down as sentences.
Whose entire life, her entire being is still unknown even to herself.
The being she so deeply wishes to be is a form she must still strive for, fight for.
Perseverance is the best policy.
What she can tell you with certainty is where she came from, what her past entailed and what her present gifts her with.
There once was a girl,
A few years back.
A girl who knew right from wrong yet always choose the latter.
A girl who was easily influenced.
A feather lost in a windstorm of regrets, lies and emotional exhaustion.
A girl who despite the consequences pursued the deed.
A girl who was oblivious to the harsh realities of the world,
Who assumed that love was fair and two wayed.
A girl who trusted with all her heart.
Was easy to forgive,
Would have done anything for you,
A girl who prided herself on her loyalty.
That girl is no more.
There now is a girl,
A girl who realizes the importance of self love.
A girl who places family above others
A girl who is proud,
Proud to be who she now is.
Happy that her mother finally has her daughter back.
Her daughter,
That will now forever and always be true to herself.
A sister,
That promises to make up for all the years of early teenagehood that she missed.
A sister,
Who will love her brothers and never let anyone harm them.
A daughter,
Who her father will be proud of.
An individual,
Who will change the world.
A lioness,
Whose roars will be heard across the seven seas,
Into the milky way.
Only to be lost in the depths of a triangle,
A triangle that takes with it what it sees.
A girl who is remorseful of the past,
But hopeful for the future.
Why she let herself become so untrue to herself
Remains a mystery,
One Sherlock and Watson would have trouble finding
the culprit for.
You must fall in order to grow.
Feel pain in order to become stronger.
There is now a girl who is proud of her heritage,
Of the blood that runs through her veins.
Of the blood that taught her that hard work is necessary. ( a lesson learned from her father)
Of the blood that enables her to love. (a lesson learned from her mother)
Of the blood that allows her to be stubborn and witty. (a lesson learned from her sister)
Of the blood that allows her to be a child, to let go of her responsibilities. (a lesson learned from her brothers)
Proud of her ancestors.
Proud of her foreign appearance in a not so foreign country .
A girl who isn’t afraid to let the world know she is,
Muslim,
Pakistani.
A Pakistani that loves her
country,
Language,
Her people,
And their customs.
(Loves the food.)
She is not a terrorist,
A hater, or
An unpatriotic swine.
Despite what stereotypes say,
She loves and is loved.
Is patriotic.
Was born and raised in your country.
Grew up with your people and loves your people.
This country,
This soil,
Is ours to share.
Despite popular belief she cannot manifest a bomb,
and no she does not carry one with her.
(she cant even solve basic algramathic problems let alone code for a whole bomb, and carrying one requires muscles this she does not have)
Who is this girl
?
Her name is,
Zabu-E-Gull Shah.
A name that has yet to grow on her.
A names that means
“The smell of roses.”
Shah,
Translating to King.
She,
She is the the lioness of the jungle.
The Shakespeare of writing.
Einstein of physics.
The queen of the jungle.
She is the queen of kings.
She lives the life of a lioness.
Radiates the smell of roses.
Loves herself,
And hopes you love her too.
She is your friend,
and forever your companion.
That’s me
Welcome to my kingdom
where
we love,
respect
and
conquer.
Where,
We go with the vibe.
Laugh,
Live,
Where positivity thrives.
A place
Where,
Doubt falls victim to success.
My kingdom,
My place,
In which
we
From now on rule together.
But
Me,
I’ll always wear the crown.
I’ll always be the lioness of my jungle,
The writer of my story,
The fortune teller of my future.
The one who smells like roses
Brings with her peace, love and comfort
This is my kingdom.
Please make yourself at home.
Do not doubt my
Love,
Kindness,
And
My bravery.
I’ve made my journey,
Struggled and found myself.
Crossed the seven seas, sailed the milky way.
Find yourself through the bermuda triangle, a place where hopes and dreams are lost.
Cross the driest of deserts.
My crown.
My badge of honour.
My identity.
That is mine,
Forever and always.
Welcome to the kingdom.
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Dear Zabu-E,
This was a beautiful piece to read. You have such a style that flows and keeps me wanting to read more. You shared an amount that left me feeling full and as though I had been entrusted with something.
A way to improve that I would recommend is to elaborate on some points. There is a softness to having every sentence short and abrupt, however, balancing that with some longer sentences could create an interesting effect.
Overall your piece was beautiful and is something I aspire to write like.
Sincerely, Sydney
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my post! I totally agree with your feedback. By adding some longer sentences I could definitely create more of a well-rounded post. That will definitely be something I take into consideration for my next piece. Thank you for your kind words, I do really appreciate it.
Love from,
Zabu-E
Dear Zabu-E,
I love the confident voice you display in this post, while also contrasting it with your reflection of your past. I also love how when talking about the past you center your writing to differentiate it from the rest of the piece.
One thing I would recommend looking at for this piece is the capitalization of the lines in the part about your kingdom.
I love the aesthetic of your blog and can’t wait to read more from you.
Sincerely,
Jatinpal
Thank you so much for reading my post! I will fix the punctuation in that one line, thank you for pointing that out.
I really do appreciate the kind words and feedback you gave me!
Sincerely,
Zabu-E
Dear Zabu-E,
I really love this piece. It told me so much about you even though there were no specifics. i loved the imagery that you used to describe your self as feather and the juxtaposition that you made between the harmless feather and the windstorm. I loved the voice of this piece. It was one of power and strength . One of a queen who fears no one.
For my critique I would just like to understand what the italicized words meant? Maybe at the bottom put the reasoning (if there is one). That is all.
I’m really glad i got o see this side of you. I hope we talk more and I hope I can learn something from you.
Love you Lots,
Oba