A tiny story.

She grew up in a beautiful house beside a mosque. Staring out of her window she dreamt of being independent. She was an insecure girl but curious. She felt she could talk to trees, she could feel the pain in azan, she could talk to mirror.
She picked up a pen and wrote

Dear diary
I am alone.


Between the four walls was hidden a talent. A talent to pen down feelings.
She got a chance to escape. Without turning back she ran away into a world of friendship,love and family. But shine of that life was just from outside.
She was trapped in an unsolvable puzzle of sin, hatred and jelousy.
She lost things. And she placed her pen down. A girl whose power was to write was burned into ashes. A little speck of night left her more alone than she ever was.
Love was the only thing she had that time. A beautiful soul who protected her, loved her.

A man of her dreams.

Before she knew it from a distant sun rays falled into her trapped world exposing her to a possiblity of new experience.
She took it.
When came the betrayal and misunderstandings from love. She lost her love but something changed. A girl strong till now.... Broke.
Picking her broken pieces she tried to survive. With few well wishers by her side she stood up. Faced her love, gave him a hug and bid him goodbye.
He wasn't supposed to leave her. That was her territory.
She finally picked up her pen and she wrote.

Dear Diary.
Finally. I am happily alone.