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Why does she dance, why does she prance all night?
Mind heavy with thought, why her steps so light?
With parched lips, she chants a song, it seems;
Thirst is slaked by the soft kiss of dreams
At night, when the dark covers grim reality
To glance at dawn's deceptive duality.
It ignites ecstacy.
She dreams relentlessly.
Barriers fall.
Hope is all.
She calls.
She cries.
Tears will dry away with the hush of winds,
Tangled hair, a testament of her thrills,
Eyes alight with the dear moon's brightest light,
And blazing like the sun, come dear twilight,
And she sings a different song,
Mourns for the night that's long gone,
For they'll see, they will see,
A bright soul's dark fantasy,
A pure heart's wish,
Gone, swish, swish.
In the sky,
In the nigh,
Where she'll die,
Up high,
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'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

-Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
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Ten years. Feels like a millennium. The longing; agonising. Love, as boundless as the universe. Hate- more intense than love. You'll read this tragic story of betrayal and move on, but this is real. The pain is real. I used to believe in real life fairytales. But my faith was shattered. My name is Taara and I'll tell you my story.

Shayan and I shared a unique bond. We fell in love when we were 17. It took us one year. But we never talked in that time. We didn't text, or chat. or write letters or look at each other. We sat across each other in the school cafeteria, defying the magnetic pull to fall into each other's arms. We wrote stories.

The first time I wrote a story during lunch and scrunched the sheet up, he picked it up, read it and continued my story on a sheet of his own, then scrunched it up for me to pick up later. And thus, together, we began writing a story about a prince and a princess and their adventures. I wrote one part then he wrote one part. With each scrunched up sheet I eagerly picked up, I discovered more and more about him, until I knew him like I knew my skin. We poured all our dreams, hopes and fears into our story. The Prince and princess weren't the perfect couple. They fought, they were torn apart and sometimes had to trust each other to make it through. Before we ended our story, Shayan had to leave. We both cried and said we loved each other. We made promises to get back together.

I was so stupid. I waited for six years, then got engaged to my cousin who loves me. I still kept those wrinkled pages. Pages he's touched and written on. Ten years later, the book "Golden Promises" written by Shayan Akhtar became the bestseller. I hoped it wasn't him because our story was in there...and he gave the prince and princess a happy ending. He dedicated it to "my one and only love, my Najma." I broke when I saw his face in an interview, how he trashed our pure love like that.

It hurt too much. I sued him, using those once treasured pages as evidence. On live TV, I told my part of the story and shamed him. But that's not why I hate myself more than I love him. I found a scrunched up paper on my doorstep today. This was written on it-

You should have known. You were lost. I wrote the story because it was the only way to find you. I thought you knew me. Remember when everyone told the princess that her prince betrayed her? Remember what she did? She didn't believe them. She fought with him. Najma is a special star. You were my special star, my taara. Now I realise you're not my princess. She would have had faith in me. You betrayed yourself. You're the reason fairy tales aren't true.

You will never find me again,


Please spread the message and let Shayan know I'm sorry. I broke my engagement but I hope it's not too late.

#FindShayan #ILoveShayan #FairytalesAreTrue #ShayanPleaseComeBack #TrueStory

P.S He didn't write her real name in the dedication because in the Asian society they lived in, she would have been subjected to a lot of scorn and ill treatment from her community and may have lost her respect due to that.
And, "taara" means star in Urdu and in Arabic, "Najma" is the name of a special star that shines most in the midst of many stars surrounding it.
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What's your most favourite story? It could be a film or a book, Here is my VERY much shortened list of books that have stories close to my heart, books that I absolutely LOVE and could read over and over and over again. I'm also excluding all the fairy tales and TV shows I love. I hadn't even started on movies.

Why do we lose ourselves in the fictional world? Escapism from our mundane reality could be one reason. Experiencing what we could have had in another world. The excitement, the adventure, the thrill. Sometimes, we want to relate- to know we're not the only ones because I, and I'm sure many who like to immerse themselves believe that those protagonists or even the villains are out there, out of the billions who live, have lived and would live. We can get inspired by what those characters do during a hard time. We can learn some harsh or truths about life and the world through one of the most major means- stories.

Have you ever been able to relate to a character in a story? Has it inspired you?
Has a story made you laugh?
Has it made you cry?

So what keeps you engrossed in a story? What makes it special? Why do you read/watch

Truth is stranger than fiction.

Here are some of my most favourite quotes about stories.

"Fiction is the true inside the lie." - Stephen King.

“Fiction has been maligned for centuries as being "false," "untrue," yet good fiction provides more truth about the world, about life, and even about the reader, than can be found in non-fiction.”
― Clark Zlotchew

_ “The reason for evil in the world is that people are not able to tell their_ stories.”
― C.G. Jung

“That's what fiction is for. It's for getting at the truth when the truth €isn't sufficient for the truth.”
― Tim O'Brien

“Novels arise out of the shortcomings of history.”
― Novalis (Georg Philipp Friedrich Freiherr von Hardenberg)

"We're all stories, in the end.”
― Steven Moffat

Read on!


Okay okay one last one!

"Just because it's in your head, Harry, doesn't mean it's not real"
-Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter (I didn't copy/paste it)

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Do aliens exist? I'll prove they do! I'm sleepy and delirious and I'll probably delete this post later but if you are a homo sapien, you will keep reading and you will not respond. Just a plus one will do. The nature of my experiment is to find proof that aliens who cannot even read try to communicate with us humans through my posts! What they say may not make sense to you. It seems unintelligible, random and sublime but this is big, people, it's big. You're lucky enough to observe this mind blowing experiment. They will say standard things they've learned that humans say, like nice, hi, good night, agree and how are you and sometimes even I love you no matter what you say to them or ask of them. You get the gist. So I'm telling my fellow humans to not comment and let the aliens communicate.

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"Have I gone mad?"
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."
- Alice in Wonderland

In the classic experiment by Rosenhan called "Being sane in insane places" pseudo patients (fake patients) were sent to a psych ward to see how they are treated. They all disliked the experience and wished to be discharged immediately. The staff was unfair to them in several ways. Writing in their diaries was seen as "pathological behaviour" and waiting impatiently in line for food proved that they had a "oral acquisitive syndrome". Even the real patients figured out that the fake patients were journalists or health inspectors or something. Normal behaviours and changes in moods are misinterpreted by the doctors once you are labelled as mentally ill. In the same year, they followed up the experiment by spreading the rumour that more pseudo patients will be coming... and guess what? Doctors were wrong YET again when it came to recognising normal people this time!

Mental illness is a social phenomenon and is extremely misdiagnosed and stigmatised to say the least. I've visited the psychiatric ward myself once and I did not like the experience either, even though I bonded with the patients. One of my completely sane geek friends recently got stuck in the psych ward and had a terrible experience. I don't wish it for anyone.

So what's your level of craziness on a scale of 1-10? How does being quirkish affect your life? Are there things you'd never talk about?

Well, and those who know me well may also know me as Queen of the Enchanted Forest xD

I'm not crazy, my reality is just different than yours.
-The Cheshire Cat

Some more imagination quotes

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
-Edgar Allan Poe

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.
-Dr. Seuss

Dream on, dearies!

P.S does anyone remember this episode from Spongebob? I loved it!

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR BIRTHDAY WISHES! This smile is for you as because of your wishes, my birthday was better than it could have been. I've been overwhelmed by all those greetings that came flooding in the moment the clock ticked twelve. Some of those wishes made my heart melt and if those who made my heart melt are reading this, they'd know I'm talking about them! 

It means a lot to me that I have the love, well wishes and prayers of so many people, so many friends across the world.  I know I can't mention you all here but some of my friends made an extra effort so some honourable mentions are due:

+Francis Anderson +Erlanque De Soleil +Mubeen Arshad +dëUs ëX MãçH¡ñã +Ghada Ibrahim +Aashir Shahid +Jack Sparrrow +Joseph Valdez +Ali Newaz Shah +Shahran Ali +Arvind Kumar +Wynona Gibson +UMAR FAROOQ +Zubair Talpur +Shafiq ur Rehman +Dan Radice +Johannes König +M. J. J. Namal Dias +Alia R +Johm thriller +RASHID IQBAL +Ayaz TheGuitarGuy +Guffi Siddiqui +Mahnoor Åhmåd 

Cheers and Salaams!

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Happy Birthday to my dear, old friend +Erlanque De Soleil​ ! I know it's customary for me to maybe share a poem I wrote for him but sometimes even I get tired of being sentimental and lock my senti self up for a change, knowing that all those who care about me know about my internal emotional thunderstorms anyway.. So, Erlank, I'm having a virtual fancy dress party for you where everyone but you gets to come dressed as whoever they like. You get to be a Viking and I get to be Elsa from Frozen xD

Erlank, you're one of a kind, and very kind too, you're way too observant for your own good, you're the best friend anyone could have, you're sweet and smart and I'm proud and lucky to have had you in my life and as part of my family!

May every day of your life count, not just this day.

Have a great day!
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Kindling fires, dance around remains of once dreamed dreams:
Flames cast shadows, like the battle of two lovers.
Mingling ires, glance around echoes of once screamed screams,
Play like heroes like not brittle prayers of mothers.

From dying embers, hopeful wisps of grey swirl up.
What colour the bright sky is, above the bleak grey!
All vying colours, wistful, crisp as hay twirl up,
What honour the burned sigh brings, above the sweet day!

It blows, with secrets whispered, hushed, across the plains.
Plays with your skin, puffs your hair and rustles the leaves.
It slows, sweetest, listened, rushed across the waves,
Stays under sins, huffs and glares and brushes the tree.

A branch caught it. It sank into it, giving life.
And so the vines twined around the tree, vivid green.
It launched, sought it. It sang unto it, taking strife.
And oh, then entwined, surrounded the sheen, purple sheen.

Trellis bloomed, embraced the hard arches lovingly.
We shared the sun's heat in the bitter, cold winters.
Thunder boomed and graced our charred wishes soothingly.
Heat flared; the moon's sweet cool's better, oh my timber!

I'll cover you in lush colour, divine splendour.
And even if fire catches us in the drought,
Don't cower. You will hush, dear, you're mine forever,
And even if fire latches on you, I'll have fought.

And I am the minty mist, essence of burned dreams.
I burn bright beneath the sun, dance before the moon.
The sigh, the steamy gust, reminiscence, it seems.
Our burned breath beneath the sun, entranced by the gloom.

By: Aalia Khan Yousafzai

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How expressive are you? My theory is, we're all very expressive in our own ways and it can sometimes lead to misunderstandings or even hurt if the sentiments are not expressed well enough... or expressed too well.

Exposing feelings makes people feel vulnerable. At risk to be hurt or to hurt most of the time, insulted or disregarded. Our feelings are hidden so we feel safe, so we can wear the mask of bravery. But you know what real courage is? Letting it out. Anger, pain, grudges or the fear of not being accepted by the society or by someone - facing all of that, is real courage and not many people have it, so they hide in their shells or come out wearing the armour of lies or diplomacy. Maybe the reason you can't sleep well or have nightmares or a generally bad mood is because you are hiding and your brain can't accept it.

In the Western culture, every sentiment is meant to be vocalised even if it's not, and people see no issue in however which way their feelings are demonstrated with no regard to the person the feelings are expressed to. In the Asian culture, the motivation of never crossing the barrier of respect makes the ways of self expression very creative. If you don't like someone, you welcome them in your home and don't offer them tea. It's the BIGGEST offense to a guest in Pashtun culture and they'll get the signal loud and clear, and make an equally subtle yet powerful gesture to return the favour. It beats words any time and when words really are used, the speaker will be accompanied by pin drop silence.
If you want to show your love to someone, saying "I love you" is deemed as frivolous and demonstrating the love through actions, gestures and gifts is given value. I feel that actions speak louder than words indeed, and these actions, even if not consciously noted, have a profound effect on our well beings. When you talk about something too much, the words lose their value. When you wordlessly evoke feelings, it leaves a permanent imprint on your mind.

A woman's every action and gesture is an open declaration of her feelings. But men? They're taught to be strong and in control in order to be "manly" and this is why many relationships have gone to ruins. In an attempt to show their macho-ness, they either prove to be cold and indifferent or boring. Don't get me wrong. I don't prefer wimps or cheesy guys but I either see poker faces or arrogant faces with smiles that look more like smirks, or the overly cheesy ones. Then there are the few well balanced ones too but we can't deny that men are supposed to be all rough and tough to be attractive. Be open. Show your true self, and if your true self is rough and tough, it'll be seen more clearly through the openness.

Whether you're a man, woman or child, you need a way to connect to people. It could be an art you vent steam through, words or actions, expressions, body language that makes your true self shine for the world to see and appreciate. What is your means of expression?

Me? I write and have this creepy smile I give everyone. And when I'm upset, well, the creepy smile is absent. Not hard to read me at all.

Express yourselves, be open, let go and embrace the love...and kick out jerks. Enjoy!

_Carpe Diem!_
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Your ethereal soul can change the world
I'm a sports lover who also loves elegance, am an articulate person and an avid reader who loves to write and is quite spiritual and fun loving! I love science, I love to cook and I love to eat and being among people and even making the tiniest positive difference whenever possible because I prefer our auras and ambiance to be vibrant. Be nice with me and I'll be 10x as good to you- the best thing that ever happened to you. I'll keep you in my heart forever. If you mess with me, then I may forget you but as for you... well, you really don't wanna know that!

P.S many are under the impression that I live in Pakistan currently, which I did, for a while. They also think that I'm an Arab or Indian but to tell you all honestly, I'm originally from Afghanistan. 

And the anthologies in which my poetry has been published

I also write short stories and am currently working on a novel. None of my stories have been published and hardly any has been shared on social media...

Still, no one has succeeded in this AS OF YET...
Without deleting the above while editing, I might just say that someone finally answered the question but that doesn't mean you can't give it a try ;)

The message I'm trying to spread, wanting everyone to know all about it-

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I'm Queen of the Enchanted Forest.
  • Studies at home
  • Roots College International
    2014 - 2015
  • Home-schooled all my life
    Learned many aspects of life, from religion to history and geography, to science, to cooking to sports and etiquette and most importantly- morality.
  • Then studied at ILM Nowshera
    2008 - 2009
  • BSM, Oman
    2011 - 2012
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Aalia Khan Yousafzai, also known as Pathan girl, Maasi Aloo, Kickmaar Khan, AK47, the Sweeto Devil and... that's about it...., ah, and my full name- Aalia Khan Ajmal Shahsawar Sarandaz Khan Yousafzai Barakhani Sikandar Afghan