My name is Zainab Khan. I am happily married and have a 3 months old son. I am a housewife with a passion to write. It has become little difficult to take out time for that so I thought why not blogging.
Would it kill to show and give some, we don’t ask for much, but little respect from men. Has it become compulsory to verbally, physically and mentally harass/ abuse women especially wives?
People have become bold and few have even come forward with names yet others still prefer to whisper and hint around.
Our relation is of A master And A slave. You My master And I Your slave. What have I done To gain such a status. At lost I am Despite overthinking. I fail to reach To any conclusion. Yet I think and think Over and over Angel and demon Fighting within One in your favor [...]
she pulled off her facade like she does every night she wakes up with a new hope every morning with little dying hope for a better tomorrow she accepts the challenge with a hopeless smile yet deep down she knows another day wasted but she must try again take it to another day crossing her [...]
I pick up my pen And I put it down So many random thoughts Come and go Again and again. One come, Knock And leaves. Next follow Same foot steps. It has left me All tired. Everytime I pick up my pen They rush out of my brain. But they come back Every night And [...]
Without you the house Looks like a cemetery Light of your shadow Goes to sleep Flowers take blame of Winters upto the petals Chilly sun freeze The trees The warmth of nature Is Incomplete without you, mom. Happy Mother's Day to mine and all the gorgeous moms.
Verses from I Am I No More, in few lines, show what amazing things love can do to you but very soon Life is Unpredictable gives you a reality check.