Chaotic Scripters

Let us take a few minutes out of our busy schedule and look at our country, the events occurring with each passing day. The past few days has had our ears repleted with distressing news, which has portrayed that these grounds are brimming with people who value money more than lives. We have seen broadcasts going viral starting from fellow humans getting crushed to public assaults and then enters the political parties who intend to amuse us by displaying the usage of their mental capacity. We now live in a country where people riot when a lewd public figure is taken into custody, passersby stop to take videos of a public assault but none do care to intervene, people stand up for the other just to escape boredom, where money is valued more than life and have shown that our country is much more than just incredible; it's filled with misery and agony. It's a world where rich get richer and the poor are still stumbled upon, talks about 'Acche Din' is nothing but

"What do you think about the hashtag MeToo?" she asked. I was sitting beside staring at the cigarette in my hands, I wasn't getting a proper answer. I answered finally, pulling a puff "Maybe to show the world, what it has done to women around." "It's not only about women, you know" she replied pulling out her phone and unlocking it. "It drags out those nightmares which I finally had buried deep inside," she added, scrolling through her Instagram and there I could see photographs of him, he was happily enjoying with his family.  His caption read "Fun with family in Paris"; "funny, isn't it?" she asked looking up at the sky. "Stop thinking about it," I said handing over the cigarette to her. "I was 8 years old, I couldn't tell my mom what her brother did to me for four years when his wife was away," she said with tears flowing down. Pulling the cigarette from her hand, I threw it d

An issue that is very well known but is ignored the best "Stand up against the wrong happening around you" his words keep nagging behind my mind. If only I hadn’t been dependent on someone my life today would’ve been different. It’s been 4 years I’m married to this devil and till date, I haven’t gathered up enough courage to punch him down. Just as I was about to put the curry in the bowl I felt a tug on the corner of my shirt, my eyes then met a pair of black eyes, Zara, my daughter “Mommy grandmother and daddy are very angry. They’re asking you to bring in food as soon as possible” she said picking up the plates and left. My heart clenched looking at her. ‘Oh God, I wish I could give my daughter a better life than this’ I silently prayed. I had to serve them before they lash out at me again, so I pushed away from the thoughts and was on my way to the dining area. My body froze just as I heard a tight slap and saw my angel on the floor. “She is teaching you that, right

"yes, I am proud to be a Muslim but I can't follow the rules in there,  they're too difficult in today's life" Do you have the same thoughts? What do you think is difficult? Five times prayer a day or to follow our prophet's teachings? It hardly takes five minutes to offer the fardh namaz,  which is obligatory. I know there are times when you're just stuck at work, traveling, classes, parties or just chilling around the city, but did you forget that it was your Lord who gave you this moment to live. It was him who gave you that job,  it was him who gave you that moment to enjoy, it was him who blessed you with everything,  even then can't you pause your work for five minutes to pray? No matter where you are, there is a way to offer it. Allah has made it quite flexible and yet we fail to pray!  The five-time prayer is a gift given by Allah. A gift given by your friend would be valuable, this is a gift given by the Lord of the whole universe and no v

Daunting silence repletes the air anguish and fear, ripping hearts apart Diseased person, buried under the sheets fighting for a hope, beloved behind the doors Lifeless bodies, aided by instruments wails and screeches,  a reaction for the death prayers have gone unheard, invocation still in line unaware of the fact, life has an ultimate end Slightest of the bliss, unaware these rooms are darkest hour passing, as a mortal technician stands hope cured and the incurable, a residence for the passing time healing the wounds, they stand heroes of the day

A stroll down the road, a mistake was it? mercy brother! She pleaded, with folded hands a struggle to break apart, wriggling with might; eyes shut tight, tears in streams they ran rough hands, grabbing her waist; lingering on her lips, just one word 'stop' an instant death of words, repleted with void monstrous hands, slithering along her body a venomous snake, depleting her of life with lust filled eyes, a palm grabbed her chest; squeezed away her esteem, leaving none behind her attire tore apart, into shreds like her hopes nails carved between her thighs, along dribbles blood to cease she desired, with every forceful thrust stripped of her pride and dignity, just flesh she lay; a stroll down the road, a mistake was it?

“ I Give up " Very good, just make sure you give up the wrong things. Yes,  giving up is not a bad habit. The more you give up,  the higher you can fly. Before that, make a clear-cut in your mind “Where do you have to reach?"  How long your journey is, should be none of your worries, but how you're going to reach it should be. Your goal can be anything, like literally anything. It can be scoring high grades, taking your business to another level, writing, fitness, coping up with depression or it can just be getting your tasks done for a day. Don't worry about how small your goal is or impossible it is. Just give it a shot and do your best to achieve it. Don't search for the best options or ideas to reach your goal, but make the best use of what you have at present. Along the way, you might find people giving you 'free advice' while there will be others who'll give you 'unnecessary feedback', do not ignore them. Listen to what they&#

*** Recklessly deafening, the silence turned into Heinous enclosure, the soul stepped in Frightening yet benign, demons came to rescue The brutally bruised heart, incarcerated for life Holding on to the fragments, sharp and brittle  Mercilessly slaughtering, the pristine bonds The barbarous massacre, least of the nuisance Excavating the buried, the world meets its end Broken and bleeding, scattered are the parts Survived the battles, yet lost the  heart Lifelessly breathing in, the gratuitous air The warm corpse, from the mirror it did stare ***