Maryam Batool

Joined October 2024

159 stories

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I'm 17

I'm a storyteller who loves poems, fiction, and romance. Creativity is my constant companion. I take joy in turning thoughts into worlds. Writing is my way of exploring life and connecting with others

Ready to let my writing bloom!

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Mary's imperfect tea
As an Asian Dad, Ramzan loved tea. He loved it so much that it disturbed his sugar levels. But tea couldn’t forsake him, nor could he forsake it.
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Confessions
You as my spouse
All the boys are actually the same Every girl's stuck in love of this game He's a man, not a boy, I like his name I called him once, and twice he came
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
Soft sky, infinite
Rainbow behind Gull Enchanting view appeals eye Soft sky, infinite
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
I got freed today!
Something always poked me, it poked really hard Fertile was every patch, except for that yard . My heart knew I was always nice to every person but
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
Modesty
A long time ago, there was a man named 'Rabiya' who was known well for how pious he was. He was a man of his word. People used to remember him as the 'pious man'. He held a profound reverence for God Almighty and feared his anger too.
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Families
I should stop my day-dreaming
I intended to grow rich Richer than James Bond! I fantasized about all, I was ever fond My wish list- I prepared was dude hell long
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
Darkness of Beauty
Beauty is all that everyone wants Life comes with grease and taunt Smile can hide so much although The real pain never abandons, it haunts
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
I miss you my dear maid
Sundays aren't boring but are much of work! Our housemaid must be giving us a wide smirk! Today, I realized how much my house is vast...
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
Mama! Papa!
Back in 2008, a few months later, after I came into this strange world, he inaugurated his small startup school with zero students but a million hopes. He says that our school was a gift that God gave us because you came into our lives. We were not financially better at that time. So he bought a place with several rooms that were okay for him to represent as school.
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Chapters
I fell for the journey
Wrote for the trees and wrote for the star A new point, a different theme, witnessing eyes from afar A million ideas igniting brain membranes
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
My journey from pencil to pen
Today, while I was writing my history exam I got back all my memories of me in my freshman years. I thought, I never noticed that a piece of paper can hold so much essence of the past in it that it compels you to think and remember certain moments that you were missing remembering.
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Writers
Giving up was not in their gene
"I'll do my best", was never my statement "I'll have success", was my replacement I fell, crumbled, then realized "I'm not enough", left with an amazement
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets

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Mary's imperfect tea

You as my spouse

Soft sky, infinite

I got freed today!

Modesty

I should stop my day-dreaming

Darkness of Beauty

I miss you my dear maid

Mama! Papa!

I fell for the journey

My journey from pencil to pen

Giving up was not in their gene

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