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Sehri Tales 2020 - May 2

  • Published at 04:37 am May 3rd, 2020
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Winning Sehri tales of Ramadan, day eight

Top entities for the prompt ‘Learn’, by popular vote

Writer: Faeeja Humaira Meem

"All was well."

With a heavy heart, a smile on my face and tears rolling down my cheeks, I close the last book of my favourite childhood story.

I hug it, and let the soft tears fall on my blanket that was wrapped around me.

It's the year 2010, and I have just finished reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, the last book of the series I started when I was 8 years old. I wish I could let that teacher who lent me her book all those years ago know how grateful I am. How terribly lost and lonely I would have been in life if it weren't for these books; the books that, for better or worse, shaped me for who I am, and who I am going to be. I cry a little harder as I remember everything that these books have taught me. I cry as I wish for friends like Ron and Hermione, and Ginny and Neville and Luna. I cry because I want to be bold and courageous, and knowledgeable and cunning, and friendly and approachable.

Fast forward to 2020, I still depend on my knowledge I gained from these immortal books, and the traits I learned from them, whenever I am clueless about some social cues. Maybe they really do help me, maybe not. I keep hoping for the former.

"After all this time?


[A tribute to my favourite books, on account of the Battle of Hogwarts that took place on the 2nd May, 1998.]

Writer: Nazia Ahmed Promiti 

Dear Arwa,

How are you doing today? Hope you're doing fine than before. How are you coping with your demons? Don't tell me you've slit your wrist again. Oh, you didn't do that. Is it true you've found an escape from the reality? What did you do, Arwa? Are you getting yourself involved in drugs? It's a relief to hear that no such involvement happened yet. Playing the violin? It's helping you to shush those inner voices? No more guilty trips, you say? Finally you understand that it's not your fault when your parents died in the car accident and miraculously you got saved? Yes, learn to live in the present and learn to let go of the past. Writing is therapeutic. What scribblings? Random articulated thoughts. You used to love painting too. Yes, playing with color is fun and helps you see the world without splitting into white and black. Yes, it's okay to have both white and black in your life but remember to paint it in rainbow sometimes. Flashbacks? How did you take care of that? All those triggers taking you back to the memory lane reminiscing all those mistakes? You learnt to be kind and not to be so harsh on yourself! I hope you don't go to bed with tear stains but with the brightest of smiles in your face. Best wishes to the brave, bold and beautiful you.



Writer: Marwa Kazi Mohammed

This is my favourite coffee shop, and I hate being here right now. I'm here to see my mother, who abandoned me and dad 18 years ago. I had no intention of keeping any connection with her. But at Dad's funeral I realized that she is the only family I have left. So when she begged for a chance, I gave in.

"I wanna learn more about you, Anna. I want to know you," she breaks my trail of thought.

"Like what?" I say scoffing.

"I don't know, what are your hobbies, your friends, if you're seeing someone-"

My thoughts jump to William. William's my happy place. I met him at a conference, and despite our huge age gap, we hit it off instantly.

"Yeah I'm seeing someone," I answer.

Her face lights up, " What does he do? How did you meet?"

"He's an older guy, okay? You would never approve."

"Anna, I'm seeing someone younger."

I try to hide my surprise. She continues talking by herself, "He's 36. He's in an IT firm.He's really nice. We're not exclusive yet. He says he's waiting for the one, and he'll know when he knows."

"That's funny, my guy says that too," I interrupt, "Did you say he's in an IT firm?"

"Yeah, Trion tech"

"So is William."

"William," in a split second her eyes widen, and then break the gaze.

Between uncomfortable silence and averted eyes, me and my mother sit on the fact that we're dating the same guy.

Writer: Alifa Ayman

I want to learn what's beyond the oblivion,

I want to learn what lies beneath the abyss,

I want to learn the infinity, the cosmos,

I want to learn if my life matters or am I yet to know the ultimate,

I want to learn everything except the end...

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