Soul Words

SOUL WORDS

Zainab Mustafa

Soul Words Publication
The publication ‘Soul Words’ is launched with the tagline
‘words from heart to mind’. It is a international based
initiative started from Pakistan on a large scale. We aim to
provide a platform to showcase the hidden talent of the
people from all around the world
Soul World Publication will provide the platform for all the
upcoming anthologies, solo books, magazines, contests,
open mics and lot more
Every project under this publication will be unique to give
each and every talent a chance to be whatever they dreamed
for
Through this publication we aim to give chance to all the
talented people throughout the world to express themselves
in their own comfort zones without any hesitation and
discrimination
We hope that this project becomes a stepping stone for
many talented people to help them establish themselves as
they dreamed to be
Zainab Mustafa
Founder of Soul Words Publication

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Acknowledgements

This book was possible due to the elixir prayers of His
Holiness Dr Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin RA Dr.
Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS who are my ultimate muse;
To my parents and siblings whose efforts and support have
led me to this biggest achievement of my life.
To my teachers who has always motivated, and encouraged
me to have self-confidence and follow my goals and dreams
To everyone I have come across in this journey and has
somehow or the other supported and encouraged me

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Life Is A Train But Not A Station

Of its platform for its first ever journey.... Little did the
captains knew, it was going to be one of the most exciting
trav15th of the 5th month in the year 2002, a train
took off else. It was an ordinary day, like the day before it
and like the day that would come after. Not a drop
different, the sun was rising as usual and the birds
welcomed the daylight as usual; normal for all except the
couple that welcomed their first born: a daughter. They
held her as she started her journey wailing, terrified of
all the destinations the train of her life would come
across, eager to conquer each one of them, with the tiny
breaths that the tiny soul took. As the day began, so did
her life with a terrible sense of humor. It seemed like
the train that had taken off just a few hours earlier,
had already arrived to its first stop. The baby had
Microphthalmia. I believe the weather got foggy after
that, as none of the doctors could determine whether
the girl would ever be able to see or not, living with
the disability.
By nothing less than a miracle, the journey had resumed.
The girl was now three years old and at the threshold of
another stop in her trip. She had to start her education.
Her parents were disheartened when specialists and
consultants suggested the school for the blind. Ironically
the same day, she started wearing thick glasses for her
aid. After deeper consideration the parents gave her a
chance at a regular school with children, who all in some
way were not all like her, but all were trying to maintain
their speed in crossing this platform. All their parents
wanted them to live a regular life and yet still stand out
in their individual journeys. Her parents and teachers
held her hand at each of her wobbly steps, and even
though she tripped sometimes, she found the right track
eventually.
She dreamed of attending the same school as her sibling.
And with that dream another stop had revealed itself in
not a very good manner, her school had refused to let
her continue with them in third grade. With their heads
still high and full of optimism, the parents applied to
her siblings' school even after receiving red flags for their
decisions in relevance to her performance not being able
to match her peers.
I guess it is true that the closing of a window, or a track,
is the opening of a door or a new route because her
dreams were now her reality as she entered a new
place. Now she dreamed new dreams, with
determination that one day, with enough efforts she will
witness them come to life.
There is a theatrical beauty in train’s journey. Sometimes
when you look out of the windows you see clear hills
and cheerful valleys; while sometimes you sit amicably
still in the turbulence, watching storms raging outside.
You have no choice but to accept the uncertainty, will
the storm ever end? You never know but you can do
nothing but hope.
I hope you understand I'm talking about life, specifically
the life of our young dreamer. In a crowd, she always
stood out because of her different eyes. Which meant
dealing with questions and an unsurpassable urge of not
being noticed. Her self-esteem crumbled at moments, but
she held herself through the cracks . She never let any of
her weaknesses define her. Passing through storms do
make your path clean, and she did appear on the other
side brighter and tougher with the ability to withstand
the violence of storms.
When you look out of a window, you see your own
reflection. At times it is blurry, but eventually you do see
yourself, all of the grooves and crevices and curves and
plains of your face. Exactly like that, one day our
dreamer saw herself, in words and sentences, in prose
and poetry. Where pain was beauty and ideas were
freedom. She wanted to write stories of sceneries she had