Freedom

Freedom was what she yearned for, freedom from the grips for her previous sins for which; she had begged forgiveness from her God yet she remained tainted by them. For her God might have forgiven her but it her own people who would not let her forget her past mistakes. Every time she looked in someone in the eye, she could feel the accusation burning there. Each for her sins were counted again and again and now she felt as though there was nothing that could wash away the mud dirtying her.

~Mad Scribbler

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Being Myself

Being myself, has been the easiest task for me but not for the people who are around me. I know that I am different from the ideals set in this society for being either a good girl or a bad girl. I fit in neither and nor do I entirely fulfill the criterions set for being “modern” or “traditional”. As our society is evolving, much of the evolution around me is cosmetic. For a lasting change educating a girl is the basic chore. One,yet to be understood by many parents. How I became ME is something that I have finally understood. For years and years I tried being many people but finally I became myself. In being me; the first and the most difficult step was, of believing in myself. Once you believe in yourself, the rest is just a blink away.

“There when you stand all alone,

Someone, some light will guide you,

A door shall open,

Some doors might close,

You will have to be strong,

And wise,

To reach for the light,

That comes your way.

Hope will always be there,

But

It is you; who will have to be not blind,

To see the hope sent your way.

The angels that seek to protect you,

The hand that steadies you,

And the tree that shelters you.”