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Minahil's Birthday, Edition 1.
Author: Sibghat.
Published by: Minsib Cool Kids Company. (MCKC)
Prologue: Mein hun soona sa ik aasman, mehtaab tu.
Chapter 1: Roses.
1.1. Right before I met you, I was miserable. I had come to a point where I believed that I was all alone and that the people that hang out with me do it for themselves. That I am being used and which I was by people only for their own good. I thought nobody's ever going to be proud of me for who I am and all that I achieve. Getting to know you was like getting a soft rug wrapped being wrapped around my shoulders to put off the fire I was burning in all the while. None of this lack of faith, fear, darkness that I could ever express was there anymore. Of course not all of a sudden, but god knows if it was the way that you talked to me, or the things that you said, I slowly sank into your arms and the more I sank in the wider they opened. And again, it was surprising. But homely. Now after all these months, I finally feel that I belong somewhere. That I have roots. That if I fall, I'll be held back up and if I get taller, you'll reach your hands out to adore me. To tell me that you're so fucking proud of me. I finally feel owned.
1.2. Subsequently, I started to believe in myself again. I went out with the friends who I didn't think were my friends . I started taking up responsibilities at school again, like the Murree trip and what not. I opened the mashups I left incomplete. I felt held forward, not held back. And you never told me to, you know. But a part of me always knew that it was because of you that all these good things had started happening to me. That it was because of you that I was doing all those good things again. All those long paragraphs that used to hit you with surprise on twitter - they came from all of these things that I thought. The fact that I was suddenly so happy about crediting you for the things I did was because you did, in a way or another, bring me back to life. And then I was so grateful I had you. And I got so possessive because you were and are and will always be one good thing that I can never afford to let go. That you're mine and all your stupid words (atty kya hota hai) and the shine in your eyes when you smile and the love that you have to give is mine.
1.3. You were finally a reason. A reason I wanted for so long. My reason. For which I wanted to do things. You were the end to the road of blind struggle that had no end. You were my power and you were my reward. Everything that I do, is either from you, or for you. It fascinates my how big you are to me. It's surprising, dreamy, unbelievable, shocking, and I love it just like that. You're my light. You're my flower. You're my rose and I can not have enough of your beautiful colors and scents.
Chapter 2: Blossom.
2.1: Every time that you innocently joked out your fear of losing me, I had a lot to understand. Firstly, why would it be that someone so precious would be afraid of losing someone like me? Why would you, for a second consider the possibility that you were anything less than all that anyone would want for themselves? Secondly, why is it that I, who had this fear rooted deep within him for as long as he had known you the one consoling you against it? It was awkward at my place. And third, why is it that with the constant fear and confusion that you had about me - you gave me everything you had?
2.2: Your superpower is your influence. It's the shade that you are to people like me. It's the sweet, sweet tone that your words sing. It's the security that your eyes have to offer. And it's also the innocence prevailing through all your moods and emotions. It's the purity of intention and the sanctity of trust. And it's also the sight of you, that is a delight, from all angles and all mediums, it makes you happy, like a flower does, or a bunch of flowers, or like the little girl in the Powerpuff Girls who saves everything from falling apart with her innocence, you're (a) Blossom. My blossom.
Chapter 3: Dream.
3.1. Ever want something so much until you have it and then don't want it when you do? Everything? So what are you? Why can I not have enough of you? Where do all the butterflies come from, and why do they come with you? Every day? When are they going to stop? Will they ever? Will I always go to sleep curling myself up and a smile on my face with my heart melting over the thought of you? I never wished for anyone. I wasn't prepared. I needed you, but how did I get you? Look at yourself, my god, are you real? Or is this my sub conscious? But it is every day that I wake up and find you just as fresh and cheerful, just as strong and motivated, how can you be unreal? But how can you, Minahil, be the beauty that you are and be real.
3.2. Ever look at something that you want, knowing that you can't afford to have it and wishing that you could? Things like you only happen to people like me in a sweet dream in a warm sleep on a cold, December night.
FAQ:
1. Why is Minahil Atteeq is a baby:
1.1. Only babies have eyes like your eyes when you smile.
1.2. Babies cry all the time and so does Minahil Atteeq.
1.3. Only babies can make you this happy.
1.4. She wants to be adored and loved 24/7.
1.5. She's going to cry if you're not home for too long.
1.6. She's never sure of anything that she does or say and everything has an idk with it.
1.7. She makes you happy without saying anything.
2. What does Minahil need to know?:
2.1. Things may not seem ideal right now, and there is so much she would want to change - but everything will. At the right time and
the right place and with the right people, she will sooner or later have everything she wished for. That's a promise.
2.2. She's unlike every other girl. She's a perfect blend of all the lights in the rainbow. She's the warmth of the sun and the charm of the moon. She's a beauty inside out. Her heart is made of gold and nobody can ever be Minahil Atteeq, not in a thousand lifetimes.
2.3. That Sibghat is always going to be there for her. He's going to:
2.3.1: Protect her from bad influences.
2.3.2. Make her laugh.
2.3.3. Compliment her laugh.
2.3.4. Compliment her face.
2.3.5. Compliment other things about her all the time.
2.3.6. Wipe her tears off her cheek.
2.3.7..Remind her of all the great things that she could do.
2.3.8. Put his resources, his energy, his love and his presence at her foot step.
2.3.9. Never let her feel alone.
2.4. That your smile:
2.4.1. Makes him feel safe.
2.4.2. Makes him feel calm.
2.4.3. Takes away his anger.
2.5. That he doesn't want to lose you and he's so afraid that he will na. :/
2.6. That she has really pretty hands.
3. Things that we need to talk more about:
3.1. Why is Minahil always so scared?
3.2. How pretty Minahil is.
3.3. What does Minahil feel like.
3.4. How pretty Minahil is.
3.5. How pretty Minahil is.
Not everyone has a Minahil to go back to. Not everyone gets to see that smile.
No one will ever be who you are to me.
No one will ever be who I am to you.
And before I die, that last thing I want to say to god is another thank you for giving me you.
I love you. Every day is my Minahil's day. <3
Monologue: Tu jo nazron ke samne kal hoga nahi, tujh ko dekhe bin mein mar na jaun kahin?
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Author: Sibghat.
Published by: Minsib Cool Kids Company. (MCKC)
Prologue: Mein hun soona sa ik aasman, mehtaab tu.
Chapter 1: Roses.
1.1. Right before I met you, I was miserable. I had come to a point where I believed that I was all alone and that the people that hang out with me do it for themselves. That I am being used and which I was by people only for their own good. I thought nobody's ever going to be proud of me for who I am and all that I achieve. Getting to know you was like getting a soft rug wrapped being wrapped around my shoulders to put off the fire I was burning in all the while. None of this lack of faith, fear, darkness that I could ever express was there anymore. Of course not all of a sudden, but god knows if it was the way that you talked to me, or the things that you said, I slowly sank into your arms and the more I sank in the wider they opened. And again, it was surprising. But homely. Now after all these months, I finally feel that I belong somewhere. That I have roots. That if I fall, I'll be held back up and if I get taller, you'll reach your hands out to adore me. To tell me that you're so fucking proud of me. I finally feel owned.
1.2. Subsequently, I started to believe in myself again. I went out with the friends who I didn't think were my friends . I started taking up responsibilities at school again, like the Murree trip and what not. I opened the mashups I left incomplete. I felt held forward, not held back. And you never told me to, you know. But a part of me always knew that it was because of you that all these good things had started happening to me. That it was because of you that I was doing all those good things again. All those long paragraphs that used to hit you with surprise on twitter - they came from all of these things that I thought. The fact that I was suddenly so happy about crediting you for the things I did was because you did, in a way or another, bring me back to life. And then I was so grateful I had you. And I got so possessive because you were and are and will always be one good thing that I can never afford to let go. That you're mine and all your stupid words (atty kya hota hai) and the shine in your eyes when you smile and the love that you have to give is mine.
1.3. You were finally a reason. A reason I wanted for so long. My reason. For which I wanted to do things. You were the end to the road of blind struggle that had no end. You were my power and you were my reward. Everything that I do, is either from you, or for you. It fascinates my how big you are to me. It's surprising, dreamy, unbelievable, shocking, and I love it just like that. You're my light. You're my flower. You're my rose and I can not have enough of your beautiful colors and scents.
Chapter 2: Blossom.
2.1: Every time that you innocently joked out your fear of losing me, I had a lot to understand. Firstly, why would it be that someone so precious would be afraid of losing someone like me? Why would you, for a second consider the possibility that you were anything less than all that anyone would want for themselves? Secondly, why is it that I, who had this fear rooted deep within him for as long as he had known you the one consoling you against it? It was awkward at my place. And third, why is it that with the constant fear and confusion that you had about me - you gave me everything you had?
2.2: Your superpower is your influence. It's the shade that you are to people like me. It's the sweet, sweet tone that your words sing. It's the security that your eyes have to offer. And it's also the innocence prevailing through all your moods and emotions. It's the purity of intention and the sanctity of trust. And it's also the sight of you, that is a delight, from all angles and all mediums, it makes you happy, like a flower does, or a bunch of flowers, or like the little girl in the Powerpuff Girls who saves everything from falling apart with her innocence, you're (a) Blossom. My blossom.
Chapter 3: Dream.
3.1. Ever want something so much until you have it and then don't want it when you do? Everything? So what are you? Why can I not have enough of you? Where do all the butterflies come from, and why do they come with you? Every day? When are they going to stop? Will they ever? Will I always go to sleep curling myself up and a smile on my face with my heart melting over the thought of you? I never wished for anyone. I wasn't prepared. I needed you, but how did I get you? Look at yourself, my god, are you real? Or is this my sub conscious? But it is every day that I wake up and find you just as fresh and cheerful, just as strong and motivated, how can you be unreal? But how can you, Minahil, be the beauty that you are and be real.
3.2. Ever look at something that you want, knowing that you can't afford to have it and wishing that you could? Things like you only happen to people like me in a sweet dream in a warm sleep on a cold, December night.
FAQ:
1. Why is Minahil Atteeq is a baby:
1.1. Only babies have eyes like your eyes when you smile.
1.2. Babies cry all the time and so does Minahil Atteeq.
1.3. Only babies can make you this happy.
1.4. She wants to be adored and loved 24/7.
1.5. She's going to cry if you're not home for too long.
1.6. She's never sure of anything that she does or say and everything has an idk with it.
1.7. She makes you happy without saying anything.
2. What does Minahil need to know?:
2.1. Things may not seem ideal right now, and there is so much she would want to change - but everything will. At the right time and
the right place and with the right people, she will sooner or later have everything she wished for. That's a promise.
2.2. She's unlike every other girl. She's a perfect blend of all the lights in the rainbow. She's the warmth of the sun and the charm of the moon. She's a beauty inside out. Her heart is made of gold and nobody can ever be Minahil Atteeq, not in a thousand lifetimes.
2.3. That Sibghat is always going to be there for her. He's going to:
2.3.1: Protect her from bad influences.
2.3.2. Make her laugh.
2.3.3. Compliment her laugh.
2.3.4. Compliment her face.
2.3.5. Compliment other things about her all the time.
2.3.6. Wipe her tears off her cheek.
2.3.7..Remind her of all the great things that she could do.
2.3.8. Put his resources, his energy, his love and his presence at her foot step.
2.3.9. Never let her feel alone.
2.4. That your smile:
2.4.1. Makes him feel safe.
2.4.2. Makes him feel calm.
2.4.3. Takes away his anger.
2.5. That he doesn't want to lose you and he's so afraid that he will na. :/
2.6. That she has really pretty hands.
3. Things that we need to talk more about:
3.1. Why is Minahil always so scared?
3.2. How pretty Minahil is.
3.3. What does Minahil feel like.
3.4. How pretty Minahil is.
3.5. How pretty Minahil is.
Not everyone has a Minahil to go back to. Not everyone gets to see that smile.
No one will ever be who you are to me.
No one will ever be who I am to you.
And before I die, that last thing I want to say to god is another thank you for giving me you.
I love you. Every day is my Minahil's day. <3
Monologue: Tu jo nazron ke samne kal hoga nahi, tujh ko dekhe bin mein mar na jaun kahin?
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