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I am baaack from this big gaaap and have turned a bit insane too. Anyways, I'll be updating a short story tomorrow (preparation for test actually) Maybe a poem too which I have already written. But since I don't have time now, adios :)

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COME PEOPLE READ MY BOOK: CONTROLLED

There's silence for one mesmerizing moment and then the silence breaks out with sighs of relief and hushed whispers. I moan in pain as I try to get up. One of the boys offers his hand but I ignore it. Adrenaline rushing in my ears, I can hardly hear anything. My eyes are blinded by tears. My hands and feet are numb. It seems as if I've lost all my senses at once. The pain runs up and down my body, consuming me in it's wake, forcing soft moans of pain out of my throat. I struggle to remain silent, to not scream or cry out. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my fist. No one seems to notice that I am in this much pain. The hushed whispers have resumed, and people have started shooting. The loud and daunting sign of the bullets makes my heart jump in fear and race rapidly.  

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LIFE

"  Life is unfair. There is no question about it. If you stand up for yourself, the effect comes bouncing back at you. If you remain silent, you are marked as weak prey. There is nothing you can do to please people, to have a happy life. It's the reality of life. The truth. And the truth is never sweet. "

This is me

"I am not rude. I am just brutally honest."

Terror

I close my eyes,

As they force me to do,

Something I won't,

Even if they give me,

Give me terror,

Because it's so unwise,

To let the child,

live that horror,

Is my life worth it?

To let another person die,

And look on as,

Their beloved ones cry?

Is my life worth it?

To rob a life,

Of such a small child,

And let myself strive,'

Is my life worth it?

To send a child,

to the skies,

And look on, 

Look on,

As the person dies,

Terror,

My life is not worth it,

No worth it to let that child feel it,

Feel it,

The horror

No matter how much pain,

how much terror,

how much horror,

how much sadness,

they give me,

It doesn't matter if 

they make me feel these,

again and again,

Because that child,

doesn't deserve,

this horror,

Ignited

What do they know about pain?

When they feel none?

And make me feel it,

again and again?

I am just like a body lit,

Ignited just for fun.

I am just like a body lit,

Ignited just for fun,

They get nothing from it,

No happiness, no glee, none,

Still they comply to break my heart,

To see my features contort,

Contort in pain,

As they make me feel it,

Again and again,

Cause I am just like a body lit,

Ignited just for fun,

And even though they get nothing from it,

They no mercy, they have none,

It's brutal, ruthless,

That a person should experience,

Such distress,

And should be given no chance,

For defiance,

But I am just like a body lit,

Ignited just for fun,

Even though they get nothing from it,

They have no mercy, they have none,

Cause I am ignited,

Ignited,

Ignited just for fun,

But what they don't know,

That they are misguided,

Misguided,

Because later these memories will flow,

And I will feel no pain, feel none,

Quotes from the story I am working on. (No, not Torn apart,.it's name is Controlled)

"I am lost. I am controlled. I am scared. But I also want revenge." "Wohoo...I am trapped in a dark cellar with a hot tempered artist. Oh, the joy," "When you don't get a reason to smile, you have to smile at the smallest thing, to keep yourself sane." "Appearance don't matter, our insides do, because while appearances are beautified to impress others, our insides come purely from our heart." "Is it so easy to forget someone who you haven't seen in a long time? Is it really so easy to move on? Or do I mean nothing to them and they have been acting to love me my whole life?" "You could call it a flaw of mine. Caring too much about what people say, too much about the world. Being too sensitive." "People will say things, that will hurt you and break you. If you give a crap about each and every one of them you'll be worse broken than an after Earth quake scene." "Being strong and not crying are two different things. Bottling up your grief and anger can never help you. Instead it will be a burden to you. Cry if you want to because you'll have to cry one day for this. Scream if you want to because you'll still have to scream one day. And when it all gets out it's not pretty." "They say falling in love is beautiful. But I think growing to love is. Because we learn to compromise and accept each other's faults. One year ago, I would never have thought I'd be in love with this somewhat mad, hot tempered artist of a man, but now I love him to no ends."

From the heart

“Appearances don’t matter, our insides do. Because while, appearances are beautified to impress others, our insides come purely from the heart.”

Away from home

I feel so scared,

Because I am so alone,

I don't wanna be here,

I just wanna go home,

I feel so emtpy,

cause I am,

I am,

away from home,

And even though I am twenty,

I wanna go back,

go back,

to home

Home is where you,

share your feelings away,

Home is where you,

spend every dark day,

Home is where you,

don't care what you say,

So I want it all back,

I don't wanna be,

away from home,

Cause this place lacks,

the one and only,

real me

I feel so emtpy,

cause I am,

I am,

away from home,

And even though I am twenty,

I wanna go back,

go back,

to home..

Written by 

Rida Altaf

Me :)

Take me away

There's nothing more worse

Than having no control,

So take my soul,

and save me from this curse

Having no control,

it's like a body without a soul,

A bird without wings,

An year without the spring,

Take me away,

take my soul,

There's nothing more worse,

than having no control,

Take me away,

take me from this world,

How can I stay,

When I can't decide,

My own words?

I wanna be free,

like a flock of birds,

I wanna be me,

In my own world,

Take me away,

take my soul,

There's nothing more worse,

than having no control,

A sneak peak from "Torn Apart" The Choice Trilogy #1

Torn Apart (The Choice Trilogy #1) is the one I am working on right now. Just a sneak peak of my book to flare your interest.
Prologue
Unknown POV

Fifteen years ago, there was a war in this world. A war between the rich and poor. The people who weren't participating thought that the rich were the evil and the poor were the good people. They believed that the poor people's argument was justified and so the poor people won. The war had started because the poor people had complained that all the money that was supposed to be theirs was now with the rich people. They complained about the injustice of this and demanded justice. The rich people scorned them and said that if they would learn and work they would have the same amount. They were right but more people supported the poor and so the war started when I was 3 and ended one year later, resulting in the victory of the poor people. 

  It was foolish but then a new revolution started. A King and Queen entered and changed the system of the world, leaving the rich people unhappy and angry. Their money was snatched away from them and all the money went to their castle. They divided the people in to five classes A, B, C, D and E, according to the results of the big test taken. A, were those who passed the tests with flying colours, they were given the biggest amount of money, and the best jobs possible. B, were the ones who passed the test good, and so on. No one knew what was in the test until they took it and this information was confidential to all those who hadn't taken the test. The elder people, who hadn't taken the test just yet, had to take it immediately and all those under seventeen had to take it at that age. So then, every person who became seventeen took the test.

  The police stations and the courts were demolished and every other system in the world was dissolved. New rules were introduced and new forms of punishments were placed. Giving money or food to the lower class, talking bad about the system, stealing money from the upper class (not from the lower class), rebelling against the system, not appearing for the test, not appearing for work (no matter how bad your condition), having someone else do your work, going in the caves, killing the upper class, hitting the upper class, having someone else take your test, playing pranks on your upper class were all punishable by death. Only the upper class were at advantage with this and the lower class were not. So if you are E then you are at a big disadvantage and danger. A, B, C and D are still at little advantage. This system and these rules are injustice if you ask me. One who does not have the strength to pass the test cannot live happily. This summarized the system. And the A, B and C class are very rare, The D and E class dominating the world. This system is the perfect example of injustice. 
 The people who rule, are violent, heartless, unkind, selfish bastards. They didn't try to figure out the reason behind the rebels, who rose five years ago, my family being one of them. No. Scratch that, my parents being the leader. Two years ago, each and every rebel was killed, except my parents and even though they managed to hide for an year, the rulers and the big posters with their pictures and wanted signs were inescapable. They were killed too. And a small part of me died with them. 
 I was surprised at the injustice of this. They had wretched my heart into pieces, taken away from me the people who I loved most and then spared me telling me not to follow in their footsteps. They made me see them die, they left me parent less  hurt and despaired and yet they asked me to be loyal to them. It took one split second for my mind to search the word that I craved so viciously. Revenge. Revenge, coursing through my veins, making me active and alert. The people who killed my family will die and justice will be brought in this world.......

It's unedited to forgive any grammar mistakes or spelling mistakes for that matter.
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Enjoy your life

This is an exquisite collection of incidents from the life of the Prophet (S), stories from our Islamic Heritage, and thought-provoking anecdotes from the life of the author. The aim of the book is to train the reader to enjoy living his life by practicing various self-development and inter-personal skills. What is so compelling and inspiring about this book is that, in order to highlight the benefit of using social skills, the author draws from the lives of the Prophet (S) and his Companions.

This book is both a practical systematic guide to self-improvement and a treasure trove of historical incidents. It increases self-awareness, whilst nurturing the soul and strengthening the spirit.

The book's author is a prominent figure in the field of Islamic Da'wah and has authored more than twenty published works - Dr. Muhammad Adb Al-Rahman Al-Arifi.

http://store.dar-us-salam.com/product/239.htm

Amazing true stories. A must read Islamic book!

Words Unspoken

There was a time, 

when I was the happiest person alive,

when I used to shine,

But now, it's all gone,

And I have lost the will to strive,

Because I am alone,

I have no one,

No one to tell me to hold on,

No one to recognize,

what I am feeling,

And as time flies,

I want to sleep, 

and to tell you the truth,

I want to keep on sleeping,

Because I am so broken,

I can't hold on,

It's because of the words unspoken,

And the chance to speak is gone,

I want go back in time, 

To make everything alright,

I want someone to tell me it'll be fine,

To jump in delight,

But now it's too late,

And I am so broken,

I don't want to carry the weight, 

Of the words unspoken....

Written by 

Rida Altaf.

Me. 

Invisible kisses

If there was ever one
Whom when you were sleeping
Would wipe your tears
When in dreams you were weeping;
Who would offer you time
When others demand;
Whose love lay more infinite
Than grains of sand.

If there was ever one
To whom you could cry;
Who would gather each tear
And blow it dry;
Who would offer help
On the mountains of time;
Who would stop to let each sunset
Soothe the jaded mind.

If there was ever one
To whom when you run
Will push back the clouds
So you are bathed in sun;
Who would open arms
If you would fall;
Who would show you everything
If you lost it all.

If there was ever one
Who when you achieve
Was there before the dream
And even then believed;
Who would clear the air
When it’s full of loss;
Who would count love
Before the cost.

If there was ever one
Who when you are cold
Will summon warm air
For your hands to hold;
Who would make peace
In pouring pain,
Make laughter fall
In falling rain.

If there was ever one
Who can offer you this and more;
Who in keyless rooms
Can open doors;
Who in open doors
Can see open fields
And in open fields
See harvests yield.

Then see only my face
In the reflection of these tides
Trough the clear water
Beyond the river side.
All I can send is love
In all that this is
A poem and a necklace
Of invisible kisses.

By 

Lemn Sissay :)

Heartbroken

When I was small, I used to come across so many questions. What does it feel like to be heart broken? Why does it hurt much more than physical injury? Why did my sister cry in a corner, telling us that her heart got broken? At that time, the only thing my heart got broken over was when my sister stole my toy. But I threw a fit and gained what was mine back. But somethings are meant to go. They never come back, just leave behind wisps of memories, and pain and grief. They don't look back, to see the pieces they left behind. No, they just go on, leaving a heart broken in pieces. And that's what my father did.........he left me behind. 

Don't judge, Look beneath

There was a time,

When we were hopeless,

My sister and I,

We were a living mess,

Then we saw a rich boy pass by,

And he looked at us in pity,

But then he walked by,

Looking a little guilty,

And I cursed him in my heart,

And trust me, 

They were pieces of art,

I cursed him because he could see,

And still couldn't help me,

But my sister shook her head and said,

Don't judge, look beneath,

I didn't believe her,

How could she think like that, 

When we were so poor,

That guy saw,

He didn't care,

He saw our pain so raw,

He didn't think what was it like to be here,

He passed by,

From my sister and I,

He pretended he didn't know,

The hope he flared,

The hope that would flow,

Occasionally thinking that someone would care,

But little did I know,

That I was the one so low,

Because the next day he came,

He came again,

Then he dropped a key,

And a address in my hands,

And delighted were we,

When we saw it was a land,

I didn't believe,

When she said the golden words,

I didn't believe,

And I just cussed and cursed,

But she was right when she said,

Don't judge look beneath,

Because,

Beneath constant laughter is a little bit of pain,

Beneath a wide smile is a little bit of sorrow,

Beneath an arrogant smirk is a little bit of shame,

And beneath every success, is still a hope for a better tomorrow...

I didn't believe when she said,

She said the damn words,

And they were so true,

Words you couldn't sue,

They were so true,

Because,

Beneath a criminal might be a hero,

Beneath a popular person might be a weirdo,

Beneath a good grade might be a zero,

And beneath a wide path might be a path so narrow...

And when she said the golden words,

I didn't believe,

But now that I know it,

I feel a relief,

I feel as free,

As a flock of birds,

Because my sister saved me,

When she said the golden words,

Words that at that time made me seethe,

Words I didn't believe,

But words so true,

Words you couldn't sue,

Don't judge, look beneath,

Because beneath a crazy person is a sad story,

Beneath a cry baby is a reason to cry,

Beneath a calm demeanor might be some fury,

And beneath a shrinking violet is a reason to be shy,

So I'll stick to the words I so truly believe,

Don't judge,

But Look beneath....

Written by Rida Altaf.

Me. 

Divergent, by Veronica Roth

DIVERGENT 
BOOK ONE IN THE DIVERGENT SERIES
Divergent was a really amazing read. Fans of hunger games and legend series will love this new trilogy. 
One choice can transform you.
In Beatrice Prior's dystopian Chicago world, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue--Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is--she can't have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself.

During the highly competitive initiation that follows, Beatrice renames herself Tris and struggles alongside her fellow initiates to live out the choice they have made. Together they must undergo extreme physical tests of endurance and intense psychological simulations, some with devastating consequences. As initiation transforms them all, Tris must determine who her friends really are--and where, exactly, a romance with a sometimes fascinating, sometimes exasperating boy fits into the life she's chosen. But Tris also has a secret, one she's kept hidden from everyone because she's been warned it can mean death. And as she discovers unrest and growing conflict that threaten to unravel her seemingly perfect society, Tris also learns that her secret might help her save the ones she loves . . . or it might destroy her. I loved this book, mainly because I love dystopian books. So if you love them too, go and read it!

An error

They told me I was a mistake,

And I looked in the mirror,

Realizing they told me too late,

Led me to believe their love was real,

When it was just fake,

But of course they didn't feel,

What I felt, as I looked in the mirror,

A sinking heart knowing I was an error,

If I was a mistake; why not tell me before?

Why rip my heart to pieces, leaving it in four?

Why make me feel sad when it would do nothing to them?

Why break my heart just because they know they can?

But now it's too late,

And my arms are filled with pain,

As the blade squeezes hard against my skin,

Releasing a red sticky paint,

Every scar a reminder,

A reminder of who I am,

I am a mistake,

And it's all because of them,

When I tell my friends,

They tell me to hold on,

What do they know,

Of the moment I said,

Now my world ends,

Life isn't here to throw,

But that doesn't mean I don't wanna be gone,

I am gonna make it more worse,

Until I finally can't go on.

Crush, crush,

They crushed my heart,

Hush, hush,

They kept a secret and broke me apart,

And as I write, 

I sit in front of the mirror,

Again and again reminded,

By my deep, dark scars,

I am an error,

And the scars embedded,

Are the signs of my curse.

Written by,

Rida Altaf,

Me,

My first ever blog

Hello people! This is my first ever blog. It's all about poetry, short inspirational stories, and book reviews. I'll try to be as punctual as can be. So share my blog and do whatever you people do with blogs :P
So here's an introduction to me and my blog:
My name is Rida Altaf. I am a Muslim and a Pakistani and am proud to be one. I love writing. It could be poetry, short stories novels anything. In this blog, I'll express my opinion on the books that I read. There won't be every book, but there will be a lot. Then, I'll also search some really good poetry and post it, some of them will be my pieces, also I'll post short stories and maybe even a series, in time, the type that are in magazines. I hope you'll like this blog, thank you :)