Female Infanticide

The expectations of the world weighed in on herĀ fragile shoulders Even before she was born She was termed of being a liability, A negativity in a positive melange A variable in a sea of constants She was a mythical monster An image formed by devils full of orthodox She had no option but to give…

Red ink on my shirt

Dedicated to all the merciless kids who died in the Pesahwar massacre. R.I.P. little angels. I’m scared to go in, mum It’s my first day of school. How will the teachers be? How will my classmates be? Will they love me, mom? Or will they hate? I don’t want to study, mom, I want to…