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Fairytales are False

Misbah enjoys writing poetry and loves to convey the messages of Love through her poems.

Love Isn’t a Fairytale

I wrote this poem on April 4, 2021, in response to Brenda's word prompt 'fairytale. ' When everyone else was writing beautiful stories and poems for this magical word, I was writing harsh reality.

I was hesitant to share this piece with my readers. Perhaps I wasn't feeling strong enough. Maybe I was afraid that readers would judge me. There could be numerous doubts in my subconscious mind that prevent me from sharing this piece. I was a newbie on HubPages at the time.

Whatever the cause, there was something that always irked me that I should publish it. It took me a year and four months to publish it.

Mr. Bill's advice which he often offered in his mailbags, always encouraged me to share my story. He always encouraged writers to tell their readers who they are, what they've been through, what brings them joy, and what causes them pain. His words had always encouraged me, but I was unsure if I should share my story.

To be honest, I'm not sure if publishing my personal story online is a good or bad idea. Even though many complicated events are not discussed in depth, the poem depicts my life as a teenager. At times, love can be brutal. Love isn't a fairytale. There is nothing like 'happily ever after' in real life.

However, I feel that when we are hurt in love, we discover what true love is. God's Love is the only true Love. Human love is not flawless; it has ups and downs, as well as many other things such as greed, luck, envy, and so on, but God's Love is pure and unconditional, as it should be.

We are born into a world where our elders, whether parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, or others, read to us about Prince Charming and Cinderella before we could even walk.

We are born into a world where our elders, whether parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, or others, read to us about Prince Charming and Cinderella before we could even walk.

The False Depiction of Love in Fairy Tales

We are born into a world where our elders, whether parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, or others, read to us about Prince Charming and Cinderella before we could even walk. We are taught from a young age that a charming prince will come on a white horse and fall in love with the princess forever.

We've all heard the story of Sleeping Beauty and her Prince, Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, but we've never learned what happened after their wedding or after that kiss. We only know they lived "happily-ever-after." As children, fairytales do not teach us about love; instead, they create the illusion that love comes to us without fail or effort.

So, brimming with hope, you enter this world feeling that you are a fairytale character. When you first feel butterflies, you go all in because you believe that's it; they'll love you for who you are and forever. But that is not the reality, and when this illusion breaks, it hurts.

After listening to all those fairy tales,  you enter this world, brimming with hope, feeling that you are a fairytale character.

After listening to all those fairy tales, you enter this world, brimming with hope, feeling that you are a fairytale character.

The Fairy Tales are False

Life was once a fairy-tale
I am papa's princess
I am mama's doll
When I was two, I used to crawl on the floor


Grandma and Grandpa playing with me all the time
They told me they will remain only mine
On grandma's lap I used to sleep
On grandpa's shoulder I sat and breathed


Mama kissing me whenever I weep
Papa working all day to fulfill my need


At the age of seven I lost my first teeth
Mama said: “Be strong, don’t cry.”
Place it under the pillow when you sleep
A fairy will come and take it at night
She will give you some money
And you will be surprised.


Until I was twelve, I lost my every teeth with joy
For I believed the fairy will never let me cry
She'll be Blessing me with a new tooth
And money under my pillow, as a gift, was a joy


Listening to the tales of fairies was my life
Living in fantasy and imagination, how big a fool was I?


As I turned eighteen
The charming Prince was now my dream
A prince on a white horse will come someday
He will take me with him and life will be glee


The prince did come when I was nineteen
Filling my life with happiness and joy
The charming Prince was all I saw
But there was a game played at the back of the door


He came and remained for three years
Then he left me shedding tears
He went away and left me crying


I waited for a fairy to come and take me back to the prince
But I saw no fairy come to help
After losing the prince, I cried for years
My Parents became my strong Shield


Papa still say I’m a princess
Mama still call me doll
But the prince charming is fake
And The fairy tales are false


The Voice within has enlightened me
Now I long for the rays of Jannah’s Light

April 4, 2021.

It is always by way of pain that one arrives at pleasure.

— Marquis de Sade

This chapter of my life ended years ago, but when I see back, it still hurts because it is a part of my life. Even though I have forgiven everyone involved in bringing me pain, it gives me pleasure to realize that this pain brought me back to my God. This suffering was meaningful, and this chapter of my life was significant because it was crucial for the evolution of my soul.

Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.

— Ovid

© 2022 Misbah Sheikh

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