The Late Night: Recent Episodes
Tabrez Pirani
I tell you a story, I sometimes walk on the dreamlike path, looking for the answers I couldn’t find in my routine life. The questions like Who and what are we? What vast universe we belong to? I don’t imagine the exact answers I can find to my own questions. I am Not eager to know what I am or what I am here to do What fascinates me more has to do with the people I love The once who were here and now they are gone, where have they gone my mind keeps asking The one who is here they are living, breathing, growing, I struggle to imagine why they are here and what brought them here But the once wh
Arya is from kirkuk the smallest town of iraq she was 8 year old
Mom look here it is a cockroach kill him or he’s going to bite me very hard,
Mom mom there he is running save me he’s very bad he looks yuk.
Arya don’t worry he’s out now.
He will come back, mom
He won’t dear am always there with you.
Years Later
Mom Mom, I shouted but no one was here, He pulled me in closed the door two guards standing out and i was in with him all alone The chair were placed like a maze the bed was broken a jar of water on a table at my left and a window closed on my right
I ran to the window and saw outside Firing all over the place shouting for help people ran here and there
Aliyaana I shouted
she saw me up and got caught by a guard downstairs he dragged her out bloodshed and dead bodies all over the ground
I kept shouting her name , she hit the guard with a rod and escaped hiding behind the tree
The guard touched my hand
I tried jumping off the window but he pulled me hard and dragged me in
Stay away stay away grabbing a glass jar I throw it on him
Looking at me he was coming closer and I was moving backward
A gun in his hand and a knife he holds it tight
No No, let me go I begged I shriek
He was an inch away and i hit the wall
no way to back I stood still and tremble very hard
He placed his knife on my collarbone and shred my cloth apart going down to my shoulder he cut my sleeves
I was shouting I was crying Placing his gun on my forehead he forced me to be quiet
Moving his knife down getting closer to me he put his hand on my waist pulled me close
placing his knife close to my chest and his Gun to the lower end i was shaking
I closed my eyes tears fall down
Arya Arya, I heard my name
A smoke bombshell had just hit the window A flashback of mom hitting a cockroach pinched my head
I applied all my force kicked on his balls and jumped off the window
Escaping from the thunderstorm Aliyaana I searched for her
Arya is all i could hear
The Late Night is in association with Late Winter night The book about a family fighting for life. to know more Visit www.latewinternight.com
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As we stand side by side near the ocean tide,
may our love always be eternal and consistent as these never-ending waves.
Now you will feel no rain, as each of us will be a shelter for the other.
I take you as my partner, my friend, and my love.
My hopes and dreams will now get unite.
As love is patient and kind
I would like to watch you sleep every night
As love is never boastful or conceited
I would always like to lose my game and win yours
As it is never rude or selfish
I would always wash up when you cook
As it takes no pleasure in people’s sins
I would always like to keep you away from fallacious belief
Rather
I’ll always delight you in the truth
When life seems easy and when it seems hard
I will always hold you in the highest regard
As love is taking care and fulfilling responsibilities side by side
I would always keep reminding you KFC is unhealthy and to go get your health checked,
Because i want to live long by each other’s side
As love is inherently free
I would always like to binge watch Netflix with you and keep remote by your side
As you are my healer and elixir
I would like to keep your health bar to shield them from damage
As you are my jerry my minion my Mario princess
And Nutella in my every bread
I would like to be your tom, minion bob, your Mario lover and ice cream in every scoop
Falling for you wasn’t falling at all
It was walking into a house and knowing you’re home.
The Late Night is in association with Late Winter night The book about a family fighting for life.
to know more
Visit www.latewinternight.com
If you like the show tell a friend about it
I tell you a story, I sometimes walk on the dreamlike path,
looking for the answers I couldn’t find in my routine life.
The questions like
Who and what are we? What vast universe we belong to?
I don’t imagine the exact answers I can find to my own questions.
I am Not eager to know what I am or what I am here to do
What fascinates me more has to do with the people I love
The once who were here and now they are gone,
where have they gone my mind keeps asking
The one who is here they are living, breathing, growing,
I struggle to imagine why they are here and what brought them here
But the once who are gone do they come back?
It’s a puzzle that has no perfect answer
whatever we know about ourselves may have no baring about what the universe knows.
Today's poem is Late winter Night, The poem seems to share about the incident,
that changed their life a father and son they fighting for life.