MUHAMMAD ZUNAIR

A story not told will end up as a story never happened at all. Like most of us I tend to write to keep things alive. And as it is said not all writers are sad rather sad people usually write, I seem to fall in the same category of disappointed people. Well, my story has not always been sad, there had been days when I thought sun couldn’t shine any brighter, life couldn’t be more colorful and I couldn’t be any happier but just like any other human, after having my fair share of happiness I had to wander through the valley of dark and gloomy days. It wasn’t a long time ago I was happy to such extent that I thought I’d never be sad again. I was so full of life and joy that I presumed I’d never see the dark side again. I had what I wanted, had the love I desired for, had the girl I fancied, people around me were loving and caring and above all had the purpose to move forward and was ready to inspire the world. I was so happy that I thought the inevitable, I’d never be sad again.

Night was dark and its peculiar silence was complementing it when a noise from his heart struck him like a storm in the long-deserted ocean. It was a thought of HER, a comforting yet the most disturbing thought. With his heart pumping out of his chest in the pursuit of something better, his eyes wide open with tears coming out of them, with a certain dryness in his tongue and roaring voice in his ears he felt HER. He tried to get out of his misery, questioned himself the true value of HER to him, he wondered as he soon found himself in the thick forest of ambiguity and confusion. And just like that he found himself helpless. Days passed and nights haunted him but one day he finally found an answer to his questions, HER true worth! He finally realized it was not HER who was his comfort, who was his desire or the one to complete him rather it was him who created HER out of nothing, who grew HER in his heart and watered her with his tears. She was born out of him, he originated HE