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Whitewashed Blindfold

Eyes opened…

There was light all around me, very intense light, but I tried my best to open my sugar grey colored eyes.

The scene I saw was heart touching. I was in two strong arms of a man who had tears in his eyes and I saw a lady near me who was smiling and weeping at the same time. Time taught me those were my Parents.
Book opened…!
Here is a book telling me every single story of my parent’s love for me. The first day I said Papa but I should’ve learnt Mama first, because I spent more time with Mama. The first day of my school. My first bicycle ride. My first baking for Mama’s birthday. My first art work. Everything is here. And please look, here is my picture in a Barbie dress, my Parents told me that I am a princess of them. I was the greatest fan of Disney world, because I was The Princess.


Reached out of childhood chapter…!
Now I was growing…I came to know about my relatives. They were all so sweet. I loved having time with my cousins. They all loved me. They kept telling me I am a princess with curly dark black hair and sugar grey eyes.


I was 16 now….after turning some more pages…!
Oh my Parents and my friends told me that some day a prince will come to take me to his palace. I had idea because I was a Disney fan already I knew every princess story on my fingertips. I loved to all dressed up those days, I tried to behave like a princess so I often sat on terrace of my house but wait…..what was that, some moron natured boys were there whispering something, and laughing. I didn’t like that at all.

a girl is waiting


Turned pages of book in hurry with some wrinkles on forehead.

I was 17 now.
But ahead pages were more pathetic, I was harassed by a family’s uncle. He was so sweet to me but…..I sewed my lips. My heart was tore into pieces. I stood up again by quietly boycotting my uncle’s house. I was fragile, I was.


I was 18 now.
There was a celebration at home. My parents brought me an ice blue gown. I was loving and celebrating every moment, because I got admission in a Top ranked university of my country. I was watching my Parent’s proud faces on their only daughter’s achievement. I was all cheered up and in the next moment there was no earth beneath my feet. My uncle was there staring me constantly with very cold eyes. I am sorry, I was fragile. I couldn’t tell my mother ever about my fear. My parents considered me fine because I was an anti social child, I was an introvert, but I was not fearful kind of. Someone of great dignity in my family stole my confident nature.

When death came…..
My university life was a diaspora, I got proposed at least once in 14 days, I was a famous grey eyed girl, I never wanted to be a center of attention, I was quiet, harmless and a girl who always said NO to every boy with an ethical way, because, I was a princess who was waiting for someone to come on a horse in front of my parents to ask for my hand. I was so dreamy and never allowed even to myself to snatch these dreams away. I was a girl who always got favors.
Dark pages…..!
Hello Princess….!

Professor called me…!
I looked at his face and instead of smiling I was wrecked from inside…I saw the same eyes like my uncle’s one, but there was not an escape. I cleared my throat and smiled hardly, the whole class was there.
Few pages ahead….!
Whose assignment is this??professor roared…!
That was my work, he knew that, my name was there.
I stood up, my legs were shivering. I was fragile.
Meet me at my office, professor said in a hard voice, that day I realized that men’s voice can even make me tremble.
I pushed my tears back, I met him at his office, he was like uncle again, sweet but cold eyed, he didn’t utter a single word out of his mouth about my assignment work which was absolutely right. He proposed me…my father’s aged man proposed me. I couldn’t even blink my eyes for some moments, I wanted him to tell me that this is the worst joke of his life to me, but he was serious, Damn serious. I was fragile but my dreams were not. For my whole life I waited for a prince not for a cold eyed beast. I nodded my head and ran out of that dark place.


I was shattered, this was the day, I decided to go back home and to ask my Parents,
WHAT KIND OF WORLD IS THIS?
WHY DID YOU RAISE ME AS A DISNEY PRINCESS?
WHY THIS WORLD IS NOT ACCEPTING ME FOR HAVING DREAMS?
WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT SNOW WHITE DIDN’T GET UP BY THE KISS OF THAT PRINCE?
NOW I KNOW, WHEN THAT PRICE SAW THE SNOW WHITE, HE GOT BESOTTED BY HIS EARTHLY DESIRES, HE RAPED HER, THE KID WHO WAS BORN THEN, HE SUCKED THE POISON FROM SNOW WHITE’s FINGER AND SAVED HER LIFE.


MY PARENTS DIDN’T TELL ME THAT THE PRICE DIDN’T EVEN KNOW CINDERELLA, HE WAS READY TO GET MARRIED WITH ANY GIRL WHO’s FOOT WAS ABLE TO WEAR THAT SHOE.


I was all raised up by hearing these white washed stories. Life outside was not like that was inside my home. Oh my home sweet home.
Luggage was all ready, I was on my way…but I THE PRINCESS got fainted, something like wet cloth touched my nose.
I hardly opened my eyes, I whispered Mama, Papa. But there was darkness all around. I was not able to breathe. It was damped and suffocated cave maybe. I was here for a long time maybe, I was RAPED.

I cried my heart out, I shouted there, someone please go and tell my Parents their princess is dying. This bitter world has poisoned another Beauty. My world was collapsing around me. My parents must be worried, I don’t know for how long time I’ve not been answering their phone calls. I have thousands of thoughts. This world has shut my book so quickly. The most intelligent, adorable, lovable child of family is taking last breathes. Here, just a last tear rolled down from my crystal clear grey eyes, trust me it was the last one. Now I am fine, some white light is taking me up, I am feeling so light.
Thanks to the cruel people, for not accepting me, I was not belonged to this global village. I was fragile. I was a statue made of lovely dreams. I was a sweet voiced Bella. You didn’t deserve me, all you want is just shouted voices, blood and shattered glasses. I was not all this. I was fragile.
The last page of book was blurred by tears, and became so fragile.
Alas to the world for losing another Princess.

My condolences…


Book closed…!

Eyes closed…

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muzna
I am Muzna From Pakistan. A girl with 1000 of thoughts in mind but without a platform

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