Minahil is a student at Lahore Grammar School Wah Cantt and is currently doing Fsc.
Her mouth mumbled about the stories of a past so wholly lived.
Her soul was a witness to the purity and beauty of her heart so easily abused.
Her eyes were a proof to the ocean of tears she cried for those who left her.
Her ears would still hear the echo of the white lies and forgotten promises.
Her mind would still replay the times she was so viciously destroyed by her own people.
Her tongue would still taste of the bitterness of the words thrown her way.
Her lips yearned to curve into a smile again.