Monday Musings: Just A Thought (Poetry)

Just a thought

a fight to be fought

Just one point

a truth to find

Just one soul

a deep hole

Just one step

a lasting breath

Just one word

a leap forward

Just one sentence

a tall fence

Just one page

a setup stage

and just your love

everything above

All you need

a mind to feed

a goal to succeed

and life to complete

© 2019, Fizza Younis. All Rights Reserved.


This isn’t my usual style but I wanted to write in a different way. let me know what you think of this piece. I’m not familiar with the rules of poetry. I simply write what I feel is right. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Take care!

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Time Hop: Our Favorite Childhood Books

Let’s step back in time and talk about the books we loved when we were kids. I’ve been a reader for as long as I can remember. Even as a child I preferred books over almost every other activity.

Of course, I remember reading fairy tales and fables. But I want to talk about books that came after them.

Note: I should mention that my opinions are based on everything I can remember about these books. It’s been years since I read them so I might overexaggerate or underexaggerated.

The Famous Five Series by Enid Blyton

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Enid Blyton is one of my most favorite authors of all time. I loved her books and I’ve read many of them. I remember this series because it’s my favorite and also this series was my introduction to Blyton’s work.

The famous fives are; Julian, Dick, George, Anne, and Timmy. They always find themselves amid one adventure after another. There are some other recurring characters, friends and family members of the five.

These stories take place during the holidays. When the children are home from their boarding school. They have various fun and thrilling times together and I used to love reading about them.

I think there are twenty-something novels in this series and I’ve read all of them. which are your favorite Enid Blyton’s books? Do share.

Sweet Valley Twins Series created by Francine Pascal and written by Jamie Suzanne

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This series is all about twin sisters Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield. Both girls are the complete opposite of each other. Jessica is the fun twin who likes make-up, gossip, and boys. Elizabeth is the nerdy twin who likes reading, writing, and wants to become a journalist. Jessica is always getting herself into trouble and Elizabeth is often found getting her sister out of these problems.

This series is cute and fun. I always thought of it as girly books. They were my guilty pleasure. I used to love both sisters and much like Elizabeth I also wanted to become a journalist (well, only for a little while though).

I’m not sure how many books there are in this series but I have read about a fifty or so, at least.

Goosebumps Series by R.L. Stine

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What kid doesn’t like to be spooked once in a while? Okay, maybe some kids would rather stay away from horror books but I wasn’t that kid. I read many horror stories back in the day and the one series that I remember being my most favorite was Goosebumps. These books are amazing and to this day R.L. Stine remains one of my most favorite authors. I have read several books by this author and loved most of them.

The stories were always fun and I remember reading and re-reading them all the time. In those days (the late 1990s and early 2000s) there was no concept of ebooks and the only books I got to read were the ones I had in my collection. So, an avid reader like me had no choice but to re-read books. And I loved it so it wasn’t an issue. These books were my most favorite re-reads.

Each book in this series is a standalone story. There were no recurring characters or monsters. In every book there is a different kid, in a different town, would face a different monster. So, each setting was unique and every story as entertaining as the other.

The Baby-Sitters Club by Ann M. Martin

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Another great series I enjoyed reading when I was a kid. It was fun and full of adventure. The story is about a bunch of friends who run a baby-sitters club. The original four members were Kristy Thomas (founder and president), Mary Anne Spier (secretary), Claudia Kishi (vice-president), and Stacey McGill (treasurer), but the number of members varies throughout the series.

If I’m correct there are about 200 novels in this series. I’ve read a hand full of them. It wasn’t my most favorite series but I remember enjoying these books. I think it might be because the concept of ‘baby-sitters’ was unheard of in my corner of the world. Especially, back in the 1990s. I used to think of it as something fantastical.

Other than these some of my favorite books include; Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie, Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, Matilda by Roal Dahl, Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens, and many more.

How about you? Did you read fiction as a child, if so then which were your favorite books?


P.S. For those of you who are wondering, I’m the 1990s and early 2000s kid. I grew up in Lahore, Pk. None of my friends were readers. Most children enjoyed playing outside while I was the only one who preferred the indoors and spent most of my free time reading.

Fiction Friday: Dreams (Part Two)

Note: It’s an ongoing story and you should read Part One before reading this.

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I blinked, once, twice and willed my brain to wake up. I was feeling drowsy and a part of me was still stuck in the dream.

“Oh, good you’re up,” my wife said, “don’t waste time sitting there. You need to hurry or else we would be late.”

“Late for what?” I asked confused, “it’s weekend.”

“Don’t tell me that you’ve forgotten already,” she was annoyed, “we’ve to leave soon if we want to reach your cousin’s house in time. Don’t you remember?”

“Oh, right,” it came to me then, “it’s her wedding. Just give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be ready.”

“Okay.”

I hurried through my morning rituals. There was no time for breakfast but that was okay, I could have something on the way. It was five hours drive after all.

“You should’ve woken me up, earlier,” I complained to my wife because it seemed that we might not make it in time.

“Don’t blame me,” she said, “I did try to wake you up, twice actually. You are the one who refused to budge.”

“Sorry, it’s just that this is a big deal for me,” I said with a sigh, “everyone will be there and you know that I haven’t seen any of my family in two years.”

“I know,” she said softly, “you worry too much.”

“Well, can’t argue with that,” I said with a smile this time.

“There is nothing to be worried about. It’s your cousin’s big day. I’m sure everyone will be too focused on her to pay you any mind. Besides, families are weird, no matter how much time passes they’re still there for you at the end of the day. I’m sure all will be well. It’ll be as if no time has passed at all.”

“Thank you,” I said. I was grateful for her attempt at easing my worries.

“You’re most welcome, Mr. Arshman,” she said and we were both smiling now.

She was right, I had no reason to worry so much. Yes, it was true that over the years I lost touch with my family and didn’t bother to connect with anyone. However, it didn’t mean that I stopped loving them or they stopped loving me.

“Were you ever close with your cousins?” She asked.

“Oh, yes,” I said, feeling nostalgic, “we were really close. We grew up together, did a lot of things together, went to the same school, college, and even worked at the same places. They were my best friends and I loved each and every one of them. Our parents were also close. Those were simpler times.”

“You’re so lucky then,” she said, “I don’t even know all of my cousins.”

“Yeah, I know,” I said, “that’s why this day is so important. I haven’t seen them in a while but I miss them. Anita’s wedding is a perfect excuse for me to see all of them in one place. It’ll be fun.”

“I’m sure it will be,” she said, “tell me more about your home town. How come we never visited before?”

“Oh, you know,” I tried to deflect her second question, “life happens and you know how busy we are. It’s not easy to take time off… you know how these things are. Besides, the truth is that most of my family doesn’t even live in Yani anymore. Only a few second or third cousins are still there. Everyone else moved away, to different countries and cities. After my parents’ death, I didn’t have any reason to return.”

“Isn’t Anita your first cousin though?” She pressed.

“Ahan,” I said non-committedly.

“She’s still there.” My wife wasn’t ready to give up that line of questioning.

“Well, the last I knew she was in Italy,” I explained, “but she returned. My great aunt had left her the house she owned. If I remember correctly, she never sold it and still owns it. Maybe she decided it was time to come back home. Who knows?” To be fair, I really didn’t know much about my aunts, uncles, cousins, and their lives.

After that, we mostly drove in silence. I was deep in my own thoughts and Susan also didn’t bother to engage in conversation. Maybe she realized that I needed time to sort out my jumbled-up thoughts.

She was the best thing in my life. She always gave me what I needed, space or time. Somehow, she knew me better than I knew myself. We had been together for a little more than two years and married a year ago. One blissful year, I couldn’t have asked for a better life partner.

This was the first time she’d meet my family. She must be nervous too but she didn’t show it. Her uncanny ability to remain calm no matter the circumstances, was one of the things I loved about her. I was the exact opposite; little things had the ability to make me anxious and let’s not talk about my panic attacks.

“You’ve reached your destination.” The GPS robotic voice brought me back to the present. I looked up and there it was, my great aunt’s house or rather a mansion, standing there in its full glory.

To be continued…

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Monday Musings: Words That Rhyme (A Poem)

I don’t know the rules,

If it feels right, that’s the clue,

I write from the heart,

I don’t care how these things start.

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All I need to do is pick up a pen,

And the words flow unbidden,

Regardless of time or season,

With or without rhyme or reason.

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Often, I write about things that matter,

Sometimes my words are a scatter,

Either way, it’s a fun activity,

Bringing to the forefront, your creativity.

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I don’t always write for fun,

Somethings are needed to be done,

Write or not to write?

A question that’s a bit of a fright.

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Ultimately, it depends on my muse,

Without him, my pen is of no use,

He appears in various forms,

Falling leaves, rainbows, and even in storms.

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Writing gives me purpose,

That’s how I tame, my mind’s circus,

Something to smile about when all is dark,

To stoke anew your inner spark.

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They say to do what makes you, you,

It’s writing about all that’s true,

I write to let my emotions flow like a river,

From the tip of my pen unto the paper.

© 2019, Fizza Younis. All Rights Reserved.

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Fiction Friday: Dreams (Part One)

I’ve always believed that dreams are messages from the world beyond ours. They’re not random, they tell a story that’s meant just for the dreamers, only if we pay attention. Most people don’t, but then, can you blame them? Some dreams are so ridiculous that it seems impossible for them to mean anything profound. That’s why we’ve started thinking of dreams as random. That’s why people don’t pay attention and forget their dreams as soon as they wake up.

As I was saying, I pay attention and more often than not I can decipher my dreams quite correctly. That’s how I’ve always lived, listening to my dreams and through them listening to the universe. Some may call me superstitious but I’m simply in sync with my world.

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“Sweetheart, you must find the key. It’s crucial that you do,” my great-aunt said, worry etching her tone.

“I’m not sure Aunty,” I replied, “I don’t have time to look for anything.”

“Make time, my love,” she said gently, “you’ll thank me one day.”

“I don’t even know where to look,” I said frustrated. Why was she being so secretive? Couldn’t she just tell me where to look and what lock this key would open?

“You’ll know when you decide it’s time,” she said.

Her cryptic reply was of no use to me. Everything about this situation was baffling. I looked around wondering where we were. I hadn’t paid attention to my surroundings before but now that I looked, I realized that this place was very strange. My great aunt was sitting on a big rock near a riverbank. I was standing nearby. All around us were wildflowers and they smelled heavenly. The sun was shining brightly and yet the breeze was cold. Everything about the place felt made-up as if It wasn’t real. As soon as the thought entered my mind I understood. I was dreaming because that was the only plausible explanation. My great aunt died years ago. I only met her once when I was a kid. There was no way I was having an actual conversation with her… and then I woke up with a start.

To be continued…

© 2019, Fizza Younis. All Rights Reserved.

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Monday Musings: My Lost Dream

Underneath the wreckage of anxiety and panic attacks,

My dream is buried,

Somewhere deep down in those shacks.

It’s a dream I had when I was a little boy, bigger than myself,

Life had seemed easy,

And I had hoped to achieve it without help.

Only when I grew up did I realize how wrong it was, my life’s impression,

I began with a dream but soon,

All I was left with was my depression.

I was alone with no hope of ever finding a way out of this wreck,

I wasn’t weak,

I did fight it for as long as I could, heck!

But the beast that’s depression is nothing to joke about,

It’s vicious and it’s cruel,

It won’t let you go no matter how much you shout.

It’ll suck the very life out of you and it doesn’t know how to rest,

Soon, I was tired to my bones,

I had done my best.

Now, I’m ready to give up on my dream and my life,

Because what’s the point of having a dream…

That can’t even survive.

© 2019, Fizza Younis. All Rights Reserved.


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I know this piece is sad and a little darker than most of my works. But it needed to be shared. Initially, I had planned to make it more hopeful in the end. Unfortunately, my muse decided that it has to be this way.

A dream that is lost forever, thanks to the beast they call depression.

How many of us have fought and lost to this monster? But so many have survived too. So, even if the person in this poem never found his hope, it doesn’t mean that you can’t either.

Keep fighting and never give up.

One thing I’ve learned from my own experience is that you should never be afraid of asking for help. That’s the key to dealing with depression. Most of the time, people around you will not notice the subtle changes in your behavior and actions but you can explicitly ask for help. If you don’t or can’t trust people around you then seek out professional help. Don’t fight it alone.

Be happy and stay safe!

Romantic Comedies: Yay or Nay?

So, I find it hard to believe that I haven’t done a post on romantic comedies. How did that happen? Full disclosure, it’s currently my most favorite and most-read genre. I’ve developed a taste for romcoms in the last few years.

I don’t usually stick to one genre for long but so far romcoms remain at the top of my reading lists. I’m over paranormal romance and horror fiction. I read a lot of those back in the days but now, I don’t read them much. Contemporary romance and chick-lit were never my favorites. I read them now and then but romcom is what I love the most.

These are such feel-good kind of books. I think they’re perfect for the days when you’re feeling blue and the days when all you need is to laugh a little so that you can forget all your worries. That’s what romcoms do for me.

There are so many amazing authors when it comes to romantic comedies. And sometimes the ‘comedy’ part is so brilliantly done that you can’t help but laugh-out-loud many times throughout the book.

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Anyhow, in this post, I’ll share some of my most favorite romcoms. To keep it simple, I’m going to focus on my most recent reads because if I gave myself free reighn then this post will never end.

Driving Me WildMy latest five stars read is Driving Me Wild by Mia Carter. The best thing about this rom-com is the way it starts.

It had my attention right from the opening scene and I thought how adorable both main characters were.

The story is nothing new or unusual for a typical romantic comedy and yet, it’s written so beautifully that you can’t help but fall in love with it.

Chloe is a creative person and has a degree in arts. Unfortunately, she hasn’t been successful in finding a job based on her academic qualifications. For now, she is working freelance and she is also an Uber driver and that’s how she meets Logan.

Logan is a computer genius. He is rich and successful but that comes with its own challenges. He leaves important thumb drive in Chloe’s car and then bribes her so that she will fly halfway across the world to bring him his thumb drive. Which she does.

It’s like they were fated to cross each other’s path. Soon, they won’t be able to deny the attraction between them. But can a rich, genius, and super handsome guy fall in love with a struggling artist? Well, you’ll have to read the book to find that out.

 

Catching Her HeartOkay, so here is another great rom-com with an exceptionally good beginning. I love it when the main characters meet in some funny and yet significant kind of way. The book is Catching Her Heart by Jody Holford.

In this case, our hero is an athlete and heroine works for his team. Addison is an executive and right now she is in need of a favor. And what better way to get Sawyer McBain to go along with her plan than to kidnap him. Well, there is no going back so when he asks for a favor in return, she agrees. She just hopes that it’s something doable.

Soon, the two of them are linked through this ridiculous exchange of favors. They’re talking and spending more time together. And it’s more than obvious that there is chemistry between them. But the trouble is that neither of them is ready for falling in love or long-term relationships. As if love will wait for them. They’re definitely in for a surprise. And it’s a treat for readers.

 

Stuck with You (The First Kiss Hypothesis, #3) This next book is Young Adult fiction. It’s more of a contemporary romance than a comedy but I’m putting it in this list because it had me laughing on more than one occasion.

Stuck With You by Christina Mandelski is a story about two youngsters who have been friends since childhood. And now that they’re entering adulthood, their entire relationship dynamic is changing. But that’s not all that is changing. Soon, their lives won’t be the same and they must come to terms with it.

Faced with life-altering challenges, both teens have the same idea; take a break and spend some time at the beach house which their families co-own.

Neither of them expected the other to be there. So, that’s how Catie and Caleb stuck with each other at the beach house. Catie’s friends are there too. The girls plan to enjoy to the fullest. It’s their time to have fun without parental supervision. Caleb on the other hand just wants some quiet time. Unfortunately, thanks to their coincidental encounter, neither is going to get his or her way.

It’s a really fun read and I do enjoy a good friends-to-lovers story. It’s quite cute and I loved both the main characters. For me, if I’m able to like or love the main characters, I automatically love the story as well. So, yep, this is one of the good ones.

 

The Best Friend ProblemAnother friends-to-lovers story of romance and laughter is The Best Friend problem by Mariah Ankenman. Ooh, and this is the best one yet. I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It’s really good. Especially, the romance side of this story is the best.

The friendship between Pru and Finn is great. They both genuinely care about each other and it shows. They have been friends for a long time. But do they really think of each other as more than friends?

Pru has her life planned out and she hates surprises. Finn is a firefighter and so dealing with uncertainty and difficult situations is a norm for him. In theory, these two are not meant for each other. But does fate have something else in mind or not? Well, that’s a different question altogether. Soon, they’re going to find out and things will never be the same for them again.

Another great thing about this book is that it has some great supporting characters. I really loved all the characters in this story. It’s definitely a must-read if you like contemporary romance.

 

My Best Friend’s Ex (Daring Divorcees, #2)Okay, finally I want to share my thoughts about My Best Friend’s Ex by Shannyn Schroeder. It’s another swoon-worthy romance that I think all romance lovers will enjoy reading.

This one is more on the emotional side than on the fun side. Still, the dream of happily-ever-after is realized in it so, I say that makes it perfect.

Trevor’s ex-wife dies and now he is left behind to pick up the pieces. He must learn how to take care of his teenage children and he needs to be there for them. He fears that he might not be up for it. Can he be a good parent when his ex-wife was the one who always took care of them? he is grieving too and he feels lost.

And to make things worse for him, it looks like Callie is closer to his kids than he is. She is his ex-wife’s best friend and apparently, a big part of his kids’ lives. Seeing her after all those years is bringing back good memories to the forefront. The time when things were simpler.

Callie wants to help. She thinks that she should take care of Lisa’s children. After all, Trevor might not be the right person to take care of them. But he is their father so he is definitely going to be there for them. Soon, Callie and Trevor are spending time with each other and realizing that there might be something more than friendship between them.

This is an emotional rollercoaster kind of book. But it does have that feel-good vibe that I love in a romance. I’d recommend it if you like stories with more depth to them and characters that are both good and bad at the same time.

So, these are some of my favorite romance novels that I’ve read this year. I enjoyed these stories for different reasons but they did have a few things in common. Also, can I just point out how beautiful all these book covers are? Don’t they make you want to pick these books up and devour them? I’m a sucker for good book covers. They play a vital role in my decision of buying the book. What about you?

And what are your thoughts about romance? I know this genre of fiction is often maligned and frowned upon but guess what? It remains the most read genre of fiction. No surprise there, I’d say.


P.S. I know Halloween is around the corner and I should probably be posting about Halloween themed books but as I said, I’m mostly over horror fiction. Still, I might do a special post for Halloween. Who knows?! It totally depends on my mood and of course, time. In any case, Happy Halloween in advance and I hope you enjoy your time.

Friday Fiction: Sally’s Story (Final Part)

Note: Read part one here before reading this as it’s a continuing story.

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“How long are you planning to stay here?” To say that my brother was annoyed with me was the understatement of the century. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been able to muster up the courage and go back to my apartment since I started hearing voices. Thankfully, they hadn’t followed me here.

“Look, it’s just for a few more days,” I said, “I can’t be on my own right now. I don’t feel safe.”

“Are you being stalked?” He asked, “if so then we should do something about it.”

“No, that’s not it.” I didn’t know how to explain the situation to him. When I had tried telling him the truth, he hadn’t believed me. I thought about it for a minute and said, “remember when we were kids and I was afraid of the dark and never went anywhere alone?”

“Yeah,” he said, “but you were a kid then. It’s normal for kids to be scared of the monsters.”

“Let’s just assume that I’m still a kid,” I said sheepishly. I know, I know, it was childish and I was being a chicken but the voices had scared me.

“Whatever,” clearly, he had lost his patience, “just grow up soon and go back to your place.”

“Soon, I promise.”

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“What happened to you?” Sara asked, her voice laced with shock and concern.

“Don’t ask,” I was in a very bad mood, “I haven’t slept in days and I’m not even sure how I’m still walking straight.”

“That bad?” She gave me another sympathetic look, “what are they forcing you to write now?”

“Oh, no,” I said waving a hand in dismissal, “it’s not about writing. It’s about the voices in my head.”

“Voices? As in your conscience telling you to quit this job and write what you love?” She looked at me pointedly.

“Only if!” I sighed.

“Okay, spill.”

“I’m not sure how to say it. You’ll laugh at me.”

“Come on,” Sara said, all smiles, “I’m your one true love. I’ll never laugh at you.”

“Ah, don’t get me started on that,” I said, “anyway, the thing is that I keep hearing voices. They’re real. They address me by my name and they keep telling me not to ignore them. I don’t know what to do.”

“Then maybe that’s exactly what you should do.”

“What?”

“Don’t ignore the voices.”

“Are you serious.” I couldn’t believe how mater-of-fact-ly she said it. As if it was a no brainer.

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I had returned to my apartment last week. I couldn’t stay at my brother’s forever. The first few days went by without any incident but then the voices returned.

“Sally, you can’t ignore us,” someone whispered in my ear. I almost had a heart attack. Thanks to the creepy voices I hadn’t been able to write either. My next deadline was fast approaching. Then I thought about what Sara had said.

I had been trying to ignore the voices but they weren’t going anywhere. Why not listen to them for once and see what they wanted. So, I said, “Okay, I won’t ignore you. What do you want?”

“Finally,” came the instant reply.

“I knew she’d come around,” another voice said. There was definitely more than one voice in my head.

“Let’s not waste time and tell her everything before we lose her attention again,” a third voice chimed in.

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed, “what have I gotten myself into?”

“Oh, please,” someone said, “don’t be overdramatic, Sally. It’s not like we want to be heard but you’ve left us no choice. Now, you must listen.”

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“And then they talked and I listened. They were voices of the stories I had wanted to write but never did. They told me to write them or I’d be forever stuck with their voices in my head. They didn’t plan on making it easy for me.

That night I wrote from the heart. I loved it. It was like I had come alive at last. That was why I became a writer in the first place. I didn’t want to write meaningless words anymore.

The thought of quitting my job was quickly followed by the thought of why I had started it in the first place and that’s when I realized that I did it for all the wrong reasons. No wonder it didn’t work out for me. All I got in return was stress and anxiety issues. I was doing something I hated. I was fighting for something I didn’t even believe in. I never stopped to think the ‘whys’ of things and that became my downfall.

I thought it was okay to take one day at a time. I considered it preferable to live in the moment and not worry about the future but I was wrong. Our future depends on our present. What we do today is what is going to lead us towards our destiny or away from it. So, yes it matters. Future matters. You can’t live in the present without thinking about the consequences of your actions. That’s what I did wrong. I took one quote way to literally and stopped worrying about my future. Not anymore though. Now, I know better and I’d do anything to change things from what they are to what they ought to be.”

I paused and looked at my audience. I had just received my first award for the best inspirational writer of the year. Every pair of eyes in the room was on me. My words mattered. I had finally achieved my ultimate dream.

“And that is how I ended up on this stage today, being recognized for the stories that I was meant to write.” The sound of applause was deafening. I couldn’t have been happier or prouder of myself. In that one moment, all my past struggles felt insignificant. After all, the voices in my head had won. And what a victory it was.

The End

© 2019, Fizza Younis. All Rights Reserved.

Friday Fiction: Sally’s Stories (Part One)

Waiting for change always seems to take longer than you’d expect. It can be an excruciating process and sometimes you lose your way even before the change happens. It’s not a nice feeling though when all you can do is wait and hope and only later realizing it was for naught.

I’ve always wanted to change my life in some big way. I keep telling myself that it’ll happen soon. I’ll find the courage to leave my comfort zone and seek the adventures that I long for. It hasn’t happened yet. My will to change isn’t strong enough and it’s not something that’s going to happen overnight. I suppose it’s high time that I accept this and invest in the process rather than focusing on my end goal.

“Are you done with that story?” My editor asked me as I entered his office.

“Yes, didn’t you get it. I emailed it to you yesterday,” I said giving him my best smile. Of course, I was lying. I never emailed him anything and the story he was talking about was far from done.

“Don’t do that,” the guy was annoyed and rightly so, “you can’t charm your way out of this one. Just get back to work and do it as soon as possible.”

“About that,” I said while trying to come up with the right words that would appease him.

“Look, Sally,” he said with all the patience of a saint, “it’s not rocket science. You’re a good writer. We’ve provided you an outline. So, please just write!”

“To be honest, Sam,” I matched his tone, “that outline is the problem. I can’t write like that.”

“Why not? So many authors do these days and it’s the only way we can make sure that you’d write something we can market.”

“Seriously?”

“Okay, let’s do it this way,” he suggested, “you go and write a story. Any story you wish to write and then I’ll make sure that it fits the outline.”

“And how are you going to make sure of that?” I was skeptical. What he was suggesting was absurd.

“That’s my headache, not yours. We need that story, that’s all I know.”

Sometimes I wonder how difficult his job must be or was it mine that was worse? Only if I had the freedom to write what I loved instead of coming up with stories that would sell. It was all about sales these days and no one cared about the art of writing, creating a masterpiece that would live forever.

“Okay, I’ll try.” There was no point in arguing with Sam. He wasn’t the bad guy and I needed the paycheck.

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“I don’t understand why you write stories that you hate?” Sara said, giving me a look of pity.

“What’s not to understand? It’s a job and someone got to do it. I need the stability of this work. I can’t leave my job on a whim,” I replied a little harshly than necessary.

“Bullshit,” she said, “you’re a talented writer. You can write anything you like and I’m sure people would love to read it.”

“Do you even know how many talented writers are out there, in the world, starving because no one would read their work?” I was never a risktaker, playing it safe was more my style.

“You haven’t even tried.”

“And I won’t.”

“Your loss,” she said pointedly.

“No doubt,” I said sadly.

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The thing is that not taking a risk is also a risk. By continuing to write what I hate, I was giving up on the stories that needed to be written. At the time, it hadn’t felt like a big deal. After all, not everyone is lucky to have a job that they loved. Or to do what they really wanted to do in life. Most of us just make the best of whatever bad situation is given to us. That’s what I was doing. Nothing strange and nothing extraordinary. But that was before I knew exactly what a mess I had created, by ignoring my calling.

“Sally,” someone was whispering my name. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was lying on the couch in my living room. I must’ve dozed off while working on my story. “Sally.” What was that? I looked around. No one was there. Then, who was saying my name? My ears must be ringing. “You can’t get away, Sally.” Oh boy, that was definitely creepy. “Don’t ignore us!” Now, I was really scared. I picked up my phone and dialed the first number that came up.

“Hey, what’s up?” It was my brother.

“I’m freaking out,” I whispered while looking around for my imaginary intruder.

“So, what else is new?” He laughed.

“No, seriously,” I tried to take a deep breath, “I’m hearing voices.”

“Are you kidding?” He asked a little worried.

“No, I’m very serious.”

“What voices?”

So, I told him but as I talked to my brother, I stopped hearing voices. Later, I assumed that it was all in my head. I must’ve been half asleep. That was a reasonable explanation. Thankfully, my brother also didn’t ask me about the voices again. Most probably he chalked that call up as one of my weird stunts. I had been known to do strange things every now and then.

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The story was done and I had emailed it to Sam earlier that day. He emailed back and told me not to worry about it, he’d do the rest and the work would be published soon. Whatever, it didn’t matter to me. I was already assigned a new story. This time there wasn’t an outline but a theme. That wasn’t too bad. I could work with that. I might even write my best work yet. Excitedly, I picked up my laptop and began to work on it.

“Sally,” someone said near my ear.

“What?!” I was startled. I looked up from my laptop but there was no one there. ‘Not again,’ I thought to myself.

“Sally, let us out.” The voice was coming from somewhere very close. As if the person was sitting right next to me. This time I didn’t hesitate. I left my laptop there and ran for the door.

To be continued…

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Monday Musings: Girl, You’re Perfect

Girl, you’re the boss of your destiny,

In your own way, you’re perfect.

Regardless of what anyone else may believe,

Let your inner-self shine, without fear.

Because there is nothing you can’t do,

Only if you’re willing to let go of all your doubts.

Smart, beautiful girl, you’re everything you need,

So, don’t let others make you feel less than who you’re.

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This poem is a message for all the amazing and beautiful girls in the world who are drowning in self-doubt. Don’t! Just don’t do that. You’re capable, you’re lovable, you’re gorgeous, you have got what it takes to survive in this world. It doesn’t matter you you are or where you live, you can achieve anything you put your mind to.

We all struggle in life. I don’t believe that anyone’s life is perfect regardless of their gender or social status or any other demographic distinction. We all got problems but the key is to focus on the solutions. To stay positive no matter what and most importantly to love yourself.

I’ve watched some amazing women struggle unnecessarily, simply because they refuse to love themselves. Don’t be like that. As I often say, and can’t stress enough, there will always be people who won’t love you but make sure that you are not one of those people.

So, yeah, that’s my message for today. I hope you like my poetry. Don’t forget to share your thoughts. I love to hear from my followers as well as random visitors. I love you all!