Thunderstorm and the emotional breakdown
Come here to the top floor of this skyscraper. You can see me, standing on the edge. My hand tightly gripped on the glass of railing. Do you notice! a thin line of blood sprouts from the corner on my lip and leaves red stains on my black shirt.
Oh! how can you notice, it is night. Darkness in darkness doesn't give a chance to appear blood. But look at the horizon, clouds are coming. These are darker than my shirt, darker than night. Mugginess increases in the air. I hardly breath now, but I'm not able to take off my eyes from the sight of an upcoming thunderstorm.
Maybe I'm dropping the silent tears, but how can you see? Everything is dark, but not as my heart is. The wound on the corner of lip and the wound of my heart are both gifted from the person to whom I love. You are laughing. Please don't. You think I'm an independent woman who can't be treated like this.
Alas! the love.
We women can bear mental and physical violence in love and hope that their life partner can change. He started with little things like trying to control your choice of dresses. The next step is your insult, first in private and then publicly. Then he slaps you and beats you. Until you come in a situation like me.
The situation in which a thunderstorm is coming and you have a red line appear from your lips. The lightning emerges perpendicular to the line of sky which touches the ground and divides the whole sky in two equal halves. A storm began to grow inside me. I think that is enough. It is time to leave him.
No matter how many obstacles will come, no matter what people will say, no matter how it will actually hurt my sentiments. I should leave him. Thunderstorm reach at its peak. The roar, the lightning, the mad drops of rain falling on me. A firm desire to get rid of this so-called love is going to be stronger.
The storm passes, leaving me in the same still position. My weak soft self appears in front of me. I can feel the gentle touch of fingers exactly where he hit me and leaves a wound.
She to me : give him another chance because you love him. And you can see I hold the hand of myself and tell him yes I will give him another chance.
Nobody is more foolish than a woman in love. No don't laugh. That fool is me, because the thunderstorm has passed.
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Hello friend,
Returning to the platform after 15 days, a long silence in the meanwhile, and then this mysterious post, are indicating something else to me. It seems that someone has broken the heart of a friend from our across the border , or someone has cheated her.
I liked the post, thank you for inviting me.
Not at all! This is just a fiction. I was a little busy plus I'm a very lazy person. That's why I couldn't join steemit.
And thank you for such a warm reply. I need your opinion on my writing, that's why I mentioned you here.
I was just joking a little,
Dear @mehwish-almas your writing was amazing, actually this is called a mysterious writing style, in this the writer says something else through his words. And it is the job of the readers to understand it.
Okay! So for a friend from that side of the border, this is a mystery.
Welcome to the Dream Steem Community!
You introduce yourself wonderfully with this tragic, but also typical story... Women can put up with a lot, but they shouldn't.
Yes! typical, tragic but also a very common story. I'm grateful for your valuable words.
They aren't anymore foolish only if they have the courage to confront the society and are self sufficient.
(they will not get abused anymore, but then we have the example of Noor Muqadam and i really don't know what keeps independent woman in an abusive relationship)
انعام رانا کی ایک تحریر میں پڑھ رہی تھی ۔ جس میں وہ کہتے ہیں کہ ان کے گھر کی ریپیرنگ کے لے کچھ جپسی آئے ہوئے تھے ۔ان کا کتا کھل گیا اور اسے دیکھ کر وہ سارے گرتے پڑتے باہر بھاگے۔ اس واقعے پہ ان کی دوست نے کہا کہ جب یہ لوگ شروع میں یہاں آئے تھے تو مقامی لوگ ان کو اذیت دینے کےلئے ان پہ کتوں کو چھوڑ دیتے تھے ۔ یہ خوف ان کی جینز میں شامل ہوگیا
تو کیا خیال ہے اک ریلیشن شپ کو توڑنے کا خوف عورت کی جینز میں تو شامل نہیں ہوگیا ؟چاہے وہ انڈیپنڈنٹ ہی
! کیوں نہ ہو
It's the fear
And the predators feed on their fear.
Right 👍
Así es. por más que dure una tormenta, estas muchas veces son efímeras. te dejan emparamado y chorreando agua, tras su impacto.
Pero la fuerza de los hábitos poco a poco nos devuelven a lo habitual, a aquellos que nos gusta que se repita.
Thank you @joslud for stopping by. I'm amazed by your thoughtful comment. Really, you confined the whole content into a few lines. Have a day.🌻