POETRY BY KA

  I was never made for noisy worlds, for rooms filled with hidden intentions and smiles stitched with hypocrisy. Since childhood, my heart learned the language of silence, the pause before cruelty, the weight behind certain words, the jealousy hidden inside laughter. People called me rebellious because I could not force my soul to bow before injustice. But I was never fighting for chaos, I was only trying to protect the softest parts of myself. So I walked away from places that made my light feel shameful. I chose distance, not because I hated people, but because my heart was tired of surviving around them. Now I find comfort in quieter things. The warmth of tea between my hands, rain touching the earth gently, wind passing through my hair, sunlight falling on tired eyes like a promise from God that life still carries beauty. The moon feels kinder to me than most people ever did. The stars listen without judgment. And somewhere between the silence of night and the sound of my own b...

  After the wedding chaos, the two of them had finally left for their honeymoon. For the first time in days, there was peace. No guests, no noise, no responsibilities — just Saif and Ayza beginning a new chapter together. They reached the railway station late in the evening because Ayza had always dreamed of a romantic train journey with the man she loved. Her excitement was impossible to hide. She held Saif’s arm closely while waiting for the train, her eyes sparkling like a child experiencing something magical for the first time. Sitting beside him on the station bench, she rested against his shoulder quietly. Saif had always been her safe place in this world — the calm in every storm, the comfort behind every fear. They were traveling to Islamabad by train, and from there they would continue their journey by road to the beautiful Kaghan Valley in KPK. Ayza had one dream she could never stop talking about — she wanted to see the beauty of Saif-ul-Malook Lake with Saif himself bes...