My creator's life

At times, when I look at the sad part of my life, all the broken and shattered pieces which are lying scattered in my heart. I break down. I give up. I fall down. I want to end my life.

With all those lonely walks and secrets which cannot even be shared with the walls of my rooms. I give up. I fall face down. With no hope to get up the next day.

With all the broken trusts I have had because of trusting people. I try to run and hide to a place where no one can see me like a crab which hides inside the seashore holes when the tides come. I give up. I close down.

But what makes me stand up again? What gives me the strength to get up and face the world? What makes me realize that my story is not yet over?

A person who brought me to this world. A person who saw me in all those broken times. A person who came and sat with me. He even hugged me tightly when there was a storm around me. He never let me stay in those crab holes forever. He brought me out and he stopped those tides.  

He did not judge me for all that has happened in my life. He never gave up on me. He did not accuse me of leaving him and walking away in my own path. He held me close. He accepted me the way I am. He loves me for everything I am.

He brought back to the green pastures and let me lay down near the quiet waters.

That's why I can't give up on my life. Because more than mine, this is his life. My creator's life. More than my sad broken life. This is a life with purpose and that purpose is to live with him.

The world that exists

You ask me why am I sad?
You ask me why I have tears in my eyes?
You ask me why I cry for the silliest of things?
It is not because I'm a crying baby
Not because I have not seen the worst days in my life
It is just because I see this world as a beautiful place
Like beauty in a blooming flowers
I thought love is what makes us feel alive
But now I think it is all a fairy tale
With 'they lived happily ever after' lies
I see smiles with hatred in their hearts
I see broken people who dared to make this world like their fairy tale
I do see love in some of them
I see them like warriors who want to fight just to make this world to regain its beauty
People laugh at them, mock them and walk away
Am I living in a fairy tale?
Does that fairy land still exists somewhere?
Or Is it only in my imagination?
I want to walk to that place
WALK? Why do I want to run away?
I would prefer to die struggling to make this place a fairyland rather than running away from here
I want to be called a warrior or may be a dreamer
Who never understood that she is living in a dark and lost world
I tried to come out of my dreams and believe in their world
But I ended up seeing a lot of deaths and pits
I just wish someday I reach my world
Someday will I be able to say that my world existed?

You ask me what that world is like?
It is all about love, it is all about care
It is not about pretence, it is not about 'me'
It is about dying to save other's lives
It is all about the innocence of a small child
It is about the truth which is somewhere lost
How long will I cry?
How long will I mourn?
Because there is no shortcut to this world, all you have is a path of thorns and thistles
But still I want to walk on it
Till I find that world which still exists.

And the mountains echoed- Book Review

This is one of the phenomenal books that I have come across after a long time. Khaled Hosseini is also the author of the famous book The Kite Runner. He has well-described and in-depth all his characters. Usually as I start reading, I tend to ignore few characters that seem unimportant to me but you can’t afford to miss any character because it is quite possible that that person might end up being the protagonist in the next section.

The curtain rises in Shadbagh, 1952 in which a father is telling his children a bedtime story. The story is well- presented and is a replica of what will happen in the story later. The bedtime story is about a jinn who takes away one child from the village and how the child’s father Baba Ayub is determined to find the jinn and get back his son. But when he at last finds the jinn and his son he doesn't not bring him back because he knew that he could not afford a luxurious life like the one he has now. Every night the father used to hear a voice but never understood what it really was.

The next section of the story is about how the father gives away his daughter to a family in Kabul. The story narrates a very strong bond between the brother Abdullah and his sister Pari. Then on, the whole book describes about each and every person who are attached to this child, it might be a neighbour or even the driver. Even though the girl had all the luxuries but she always found something missing in her life.

Every chapter talks about the importance of relations and how some people chose to walk away in their lives without showing any importance to feelings like Pari’s step mother, Mrs. Wahadati who leaves her husband and goes away to Paris on the other end a person like Nabi, their driver who stays back to take care of his master till his death. The story also classifies the broken lives of people like Mrs.Wahadati who depend on lust and alcohol. It even describes about the meaning of beauty to the world and how people judge on appearance with the story of Thalia.

Every chapter is interconnected and well-presented but you need to concentrate and remember all the names so that you don’t miss out anyone. The imagination and story-telling pattern is outstanding. Each story has some pain attached and a longing in people to be with each other.

In the end, you might hope that the brother regains his memory and both of them reunite after years of suffering. I don’t want to disclose the suspense. But this book is a must-read.