Was his appearance in my life was like a matter of deception ;the hallway of my prospect of life was silent after his repeated attempts of acting as being thrown away secretly from his life ; indeed he was the real wooden heart where he undermined every deceptive trick to fool me and entered the territory of my heart and conquered it . Before meeting him , my heart was blessed as frolic beams of moonlit starry night where fairies kissed my dreams and fragrance of new emerging blossoms enveloped my aura ; oh ! you the Trojan Horse , why I would had not been as Helen of Troy , though I were considered as like her to be the most beautiful woman in the world, a representation of ideal beauty. and you knew it . Alas! that was a bygone story and since then I felt water babies with their tiny palms just beneath my eye lashes to accumulate tears which are not precious to bless your sin but just to enlighten the deception of your cowardice as there is a silence in the hallway of my life .

A River Of Fire

When we are plunged in the gulf of a never ending terrorism;so how can we dry our boots even if we cross the gulf of victimization;are we dead and gone?what is there left to glorify my nation?can we abdicate terrorism really not with another river of fire;If there is anything in this world about which I know positively nothing, it is just not relinquish as Heart of Glass was on the list.

I verily believe all that is desirable on earth–wealth, reputation, love–will for ever to you be the ripe grapes on the high trellis: you’ll look up at them; they will tantalize in you the lust of the eye; worthy of the name, will row long against wind and tide ; thoughts, feelings, memories that slept, submits to be floated passively back to land. Roses and lilies are faded, the burnished hair grown grey. In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there .

Offence There were five naughty ,bubbly boys ; I knew them as the eldest one was my son's best friend . Our families had good friendly relations ; both the boys enjoyed at school and often hanged out together. The eldest boy's name was Suleman who was a well behaved boy .I met his mother who was born in England and as Suleman's father went over there for higher studies ; fate made these two heart to be knotted in the holy noose. Suleman's mother embraced Islam and accompanied her husband to Pakistan. Suleman's mother and I were like sisters ; we shared many things especially when her five sons and my son wished a hangout .She was a kind and friendly lady and I enjoyed her company.

I don't know what had happened to that happy family as once Suleman came to our home and told my son that his mom was leaving for England and later they would also leave for good; he was such a sweetheart that he asked me that could my son also accompany with them as he would not enjoy without my son .I smiled and said ;Let's see.'

Later I called Suleman's mother that what the hell on the earth made her to take the decision as she had been living here for fifteen years.

On the other hand she replied,' There are many things which I may not stand further ; my hubby is becoming an ethnic rather an orthodox ; I married to a good muslim who practice Islam but not a fundamentalist; I will practice Islam till the end of my life but not like that as he is transforming into.'

She was crying and when I asked her about the children ;she said that they would join her later on. Suleman's mom left; her children often visited us . Once she gave a call to me as to arrange the birthday party for her youngest one at my place as their father no more believe in birthdays. My children and I arranged the party;Suleman and her four brothers came and enjoyed a lot but when they reached home the youngest one out of excitement told his granny and later the children were not allowed to visit us. Time flew;once my cellular phone rang and it was Suleman's mother who was crying so bitterly as she received divorce papers from her husband. I talked to her ;the saddest fragment was that she would not be able to get her sons; what a cruel step which was taken up by that man.

It was a love marriage apart from various differences ; I pity those five children as what was their part in all that ;why they had been so brutally offended in this tug of war?