1. Why him?
"Why? Why does it have to be him? Why does it always have to be him? You always bleed. Weep. Break. Fall and die only for him!?" He asked her his last few words almost incoherent. "Nahi Pappa..." Her voice trailed off. She couldn't control her tears that fell in spite of no clear reason why. She ran up to her bedroom slammed the door shut. But this time it wasn't only the frame that creaked. Or only the adjacent glass vase to the door that broke. She fell. Shattered. Scattered in all the right places for all the wrong reasons. For someone who literally did nothing to deserve it. And as she pulled up her sleeve and slit her wrist, at least the tally was complete. As she wondered herself as well; 'why him?'.
~An excerpt from a book I'll probably never write by Mudassir Mohsin Jowher
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~An excerpt from a book I'll probably never write by Mudassir Mohsin Jowher
mudassirjowher@gmail.com
facebook.com/mr.jowher
instagram.com/mudassirmohsin
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