ZeeSalam

It hurts when someone leaves your life for good. Someone who was once a big part of it. It's easy to pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start moving forward. Really it's just one foot in front of the other, everyday, all day. But it's not that easy to realise that deep down you're still broken because you never gave yourself the time to heal.Moving on is not about trying to bury the past. It's about acceptance. A girl named Irisa and a boy named Henry learn this lesson the hard way. And this is their story. Of hardships, of friendships, of breaking and hurting and healing. Of learning to let the love in again. All Right Reserved. Copyright © 2019 by Syeda Zainab Salam.…

ZeeSalam

one finding himself stuck in the constraints of life and time. the other refusing to believe that anything can ever bind her.two souls, so vastly different, yet held together under similar circumstances. a trip through the trees,under the starry skies.will they be able to change each others' lives? ~~~~~~~~~~Highest ratings: 684 - General Fiction - 1st February, 18686 - General Fiction - 31st January, 18…

ZeeSalam

"Hey! You dropped your wallet in - " Emma's words die in her mouth as she glances down upon a picture tucked in the wallet. A picture of her and the blue-eyed stranger to be exact - one in which he's kissing her cheek as she lovingly gazes at the camera. Shocked to her core, and frankly terrified as well, she looks up to see the same stranger intently staring at her. "Emma," he breathes cautiously, "I can explain."Fate is a twisted yet beautiful thing. If two people are meant to be together, no force on earth or heavens can ever tear them apart. So it is decided that at the end of the day, the boy she left behind will catch up and sweep her off her feet. Even when Emma fails to recognise him. ~~~~~~~~~~Highest ratings: No. 01 - Short story - 03/October/2019No. 02 - Short story - 04/October/2019~~~~~~~~~~Story was completed on the 7th of September' 2016, but it's unedited so read at your own risk.…

ZeeSalam

When my mind refuses to put matters to rest and continues churning well into the night.It brings forth these words, these verses, these poems.Mostly dark, but always true.~~~~~~~~~~No. 967 in Poetry - 07/September/17…