A screaming GirlA Story by NAVEED NAWAZAbout child marriges
Looking at my hand.
Like a diamond sunking in sand. This color is fake. Neither any sense it make. Smile around me. Frightened roar it seems. Nobody asking to me. You are not happy it means. Alas..I have to go. Because their happiness ordered me to bow. May be they became kind. A good thought for me come in their mind. Talking to I so that I can suppose. It will be better whatever they impose. And then they open the door. she sit in with a loud roar. I do not want go. I want to grow. But they shut the door by saying. A daughter is a responsibility. Until her visibility. They all trying to hide their faces. Putting in the car ,her cases. Go and try to be happy. Go and try to be happy. © 2018 NAVEED NAWAZAuthor's Note
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