We all are writers in actuality if we think a little deep about it. We are all Writers. Yes! Writers of our destiny given the ‘will’ by Allah of course. Writing is one of a very passionate field i would love to become a professional at. Not only does it make us earn money, but it has the ability to explore deep feelings about a life-related things and experiences. Writers are perhaps one of those people who understand a person better than anybody else. From writing their own life stories and experiences to inspiring people. A real writer will have these few things in common: READING NOVELS: Have you seen a mind changing magic yet? If not, then pick a novel of an inspiring writer and see the magic. Damn! Those feelings when you sit in a balcony with a cup of tea with an awesome view and calm place, reading a novel. That’s the life man! Do Give it a try at least one. READING POETRY: Reading poetry and getting that amazing pleasure when a poet really describes and snatch the wor...
It was 18 October 2007, when i was only 07 years old, my Father passed away. I still remember the night when i waited for my dad to come back from the hospital, it was late in the night and i eagerly waited for my father to be back home and i asked my mother “When is dad going to get back?” and she said, “in a while or it might be late, you better go to sleep”, and i did. People say tomorrow will be a better day but that day was nothing more than a disaster to me. I slept in the second floor of my house and when i woke up in the morning, i heard people crying and i came downstairs and saw my father for a very last time covered in a white shroud with a benditch tied from his chin up to the his head. I broke apart that day, i fell in the quagmire of responsibilities, my other half of the body was paralyzed. My mind went blank. My dreams were broken. I didn’t even have the nerve to see him to the fullest. I was only seven years old, i may not have been able to realise the love he...