An Ode to the Past Years
I picked up my pen to write about life. Rummaging through the memories I had, of the experiences in the recent years, I couldn't decide what to write about and what to leave. To those who were kind, forgiving and there through thick and thin, I can't thank enough. God reaches us through them. Then He calls some of them back, like to my friend Nabeela. Of those who abandoned, stabbed, judged or harmed in anyway, I speak no ill and wish a fast recovery. When my fluctuating self couldn't decide, I put my pen down and gave up the idea. Here's to the years of unfaltering, perpetual and incessant journey. Here's to another year of learning and longing. 2017.

Stout hearts can’t be destroyed.
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