Azka's Writeups

Deep within a meadow, Underneath a willow, There was a long gravel path, And a tall black shadow. It stood by a curve, In the winding road, And nobody dared, none had the nerve, To travel down the uncanny crook. And so the figure was free to move, He travelled to and from the grooves, That lay along the winding road. Old legends surrounded this black shadow, Legends about it haunting the meadow. And it was said; Whoever neared the silhouette, Soon ended up upon his deathbed. When it was time for the sun to rise, The shadow considered it a reprieve, Thus it disappeared behind the willow, Only to return when the sun had set, When the golden orb had gone back to bed. The moon shone among the misty clouds, Accompanied by the werewolves howls, And the bats hung upside down, From the branches of the trees around. And the shadow strode lonely, bored, On the path, led by the winding road.

Small hills dotted the perimeter of the moors. In the middle of the expanse of land lay a deadly calm black lake and a road cut across the otherwise wild landscape. I drove on this road, making my way towards the eastern hills. It wound its way up a single hill and it was there that my destination was. My car slowed to a stop, in front of the tall black iron gates. No sooner had I honked the horn, a lonely man’s figure came into view. The housekeeper opened the gate and I parked my car just inside of it. I got out of the car and by the time the keeper shut the gate and got my bags, I had studied the grounds on which I was to stay while I was in Lahore. White mist rolled around on the unkempt yard. A broken fountain stood in the center of the grounds and about twenty five meters from it stood the manor, tall and proud, proud as a successful man might be by the end of his life. Even from a distance I could see the house was ages old, and that dampness had seeped into the walls.

H i folks! So somebody posted this picture on Facebook and it literally inspired me so I shared it with a short comment which goes like: While parents need to understand the message above, children need to understand this quote 'grades, trophies and material achievements don't matter, but if you are capable enough to achieve and yet you don't then it is something to be deeply ashamed of.' I thought this message was needed for our community, for our world. And so after sharing it on Facebook, I share it here as well hoping that more people will understand what I am trying to say!