Batool Zehra

“The last party of the great Gatsby.” by Batool Zehra

The entire manor was covered in gleaming warm lights, as if it was on fire itself when it was clearly not. The jazz music was bursting out of the casement windows and hundreds of men and girls travelled around from garden to garden, room to room in pride and in fetching demeanor holding on to the cocktail glasses in their gloved or shining hands. They smoked cigarettes and cigars out of blood red metal tins as if it was their last time, they smirked, laughed and flirted with everyone. I rushed towards the manor pulling my hands through a bla...

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“ten seconds worth memories” by Batool Zehra

Submitted to Contest #74

Grandma kaneez laid on her poignant hospital bed with white bed sheets and puffed up pillows. The ventilator beeping gradually with every breath Laila took. The sun rays felt like a pain to the young adult eyes but grandma kaneez’s grey eyes shone like the diamonds. Her wrinkled skin told volumes of her hardships and family life. Laila stepped closer to the bed, as she moved forward a shadow befell on the white tiled floor, the one that makes you hate hospitals. Grandma held her hand forward towards laila’s body. The moment Laila held it, s...

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“moment of truth” by Batool Zehra

Submitted to Contest #74

-are you in love or is he just tall and good looking?" Emily said painting her nails cherry blossom pink and then blew over them gently, her curly blonde hair bouncing as she moved forward and then backward to look at them, jade could bet she wasted hours for getting the perfect beach waves which all the stupid girls on Instagram had. but the moment Emily completed her sentence Jade stopped typing on the laptop and glanced at her best friend. the library fell quiet. the books stacked up vertically in the racks and the dust particles having a...

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“Dazzling, something.” by Batool Zehra

Submitted to Contest #54

'love' i spoke after two or three minutes of thinking, while staring at the space blue ceiling which had milky ways too. when the room is dark and the blinds are closed, when you lay back on the sofa and let every negative thought flow away from your brain in the universe, it really looks mysteriously like a sky. i dont know whether there were more stars on the blue ceiling or in my black eyes. 'what about it?" my psychologist, in her 30's asked while caressing the edges of her peach new blazer, i can tell it's new by the way it appears, thi...

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“you and the God in you” by Batool Zehra

Submitted to Contest #52

God died for me a hundred times. once, when i was 5 and my sister died in front of my eyes. attached to a metal grill, stuck in the same position for minutes. on the gray, rainy day, when it was the age of counting stars, i started counting the hardships felling on us. the electric shock, the sudden darkness in life, my light vanished and so did the God. second, when we four had to leave school and stay at home for an unknown period of time, when my father was away, miles away. struggling to earn, struggling hard to bring us there with him i...

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“my dramatic guardian ” by Batool Zehra

Submitted to Contest #41

18th September, was the day when i started to feel humanly hands around me. Soft, alluring and warm. It took me a while to realize that I was no more in my mother’s liquid-y womb but in a real, cold world. A world, in which we live and die so soon that we are not able to grip the essence of life nor the true meaning of love. I was kept in an antique card box wrapped in a thick cloth near the gleaming window where the sunlight didn’t let me open my eyes until it was gone away somewhere, somewhere I never ventured. A godly, womanly hands took ...

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