The colors of art;
The colors of life;
Lie in relation
Beauty and strife

The ability of imbalance,
Sacred souls that nurse;
Bear pain quietly
Seldom they curse

In enigmas of world,
People slaughter and rumble;
They query and grumble
But remember
The conquers are the humble

In whirlpool of relation
One finds people drab ,
They seem really sweet
Behind back they stab.

The ones that follow flimsy dreams
Are like flowing in the stream;
In the garden of myth do they stroll
Bizzare they are, seem like droll

The agility to crow,
Fakeness dies it grows,
Mirth of truth with which you flee
Is the thing that makes you glee

The honour of kemcolians
Whom Almighty have fame;
Among all those veterans
Shahzaib is thy name

 

To me a wo-man is someone who complements a man. Without whom a man would not be a man. But similarly a woman wouldn't be who she is without a man!

The delicate creature, the aura of femininity, the epitome of care and caution would not be such were there no men- hardcored, masculine  and careless!

 Women have always been given a special importance in each and every society. Even with all the calls for equality; if you really ask women they'd rather be treated as PRINCESSES than stand at par with men toiling day and night. This doesn't rule out the fact that women too have a lot to do or doesnt't state that they are somehow useless. NO! See this is where we (especially the East) is wrong! A woman has work different in domains than a man. She also copes up with the ups and downs trying to make a home out of a reckless social domain. She is the one who is worried about everything. She is the one who is prudent. She has to learn, implement and teach to the next generation. This above all is her job! A job a man seldom achieves perfection at considering all of his worries.

But above all you'll see that a woman is all about finding HOME- peace, comfort, harmony and security. Yes! that is her biggest worry i.e. to own something. Up from an early age she has been told that one day she'll have to leave her birth place- each and every woman! She  spends all her childhood in the care of her family and gains this concept of 'home'. But then early in her youth when the reality kicks in she finds an escape by fantasizing or hoping that somehow the 'home' to come would be even better. A woman's craze about *prince charming* is not that of a tall, cool hunk who would fall in love with her but of somebody who would provide her the care and attention she needs, the sense of security she craves and the sense of belonging she so dearly yearns.

You notice her allegiance shifting from her dad to her lover, then to her husband and later her son. She has influenced each of these people differently and knowingly or unknowingly left a part of herSELF with them. Having said this, a woman is a man's weakness too. You will observe a very harsh man turn into a warm person for her daughter; a knave barbarian turn to a lovable and cultured person for HER!

The chatterbox you witness, the laughter and cheerer has multiple aspects to her credit but among them all the most pronounced being "HER SEARCH OF HOME".

While crediting her endeavours, let us remember that man and woman are two halves of the same story. Our claim of equality falls short if we don't raise our voice for MEN while we celebrate WOMEN's day!

by Ayesha Zeb
2nd Year

So she stood up too. For the acclaim she deserved. For the value she needed. For the dignity she desired. For all that she was deprived of before. She made a promise to each dark raindrop that made its path from her mother’s face to hers that she would stand up and be silenced no more. 
No more.

And God sent to you
the girl with silk in her hair
who told you to keep walking
(and she walked with you)
to the edge of the world
that you dreamt up together.
She pointed out the constellations
while you watched yourself fall
sitting on the window ledge
a forgotten book in your hands
a lurch in your heartbeat
a swelling in your chest
and you smile in gratitude at the sky
for letting you hold her hand.
for her presence.
for her magic.
for her.
for her.
for her.

  
That is the beautiful thing about discussions. Our unique minds work in different ways and derive different conclusions from each event that we read or go through in our lives and when all of these ideas come together, it's a blast.