Writing Challenge

[Arfa]

Thankyou for appreciating @charizma.this is a cool initiative by you looking forward for more pictures

 

[*charisma*]

Jazaki allahu khair sis <3


Here's the next set of pics:

(Feel free to still use pics A-C as well if you like, and participants don't forget to rep your favorites! )

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[Qurratul Ayn]

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This is such an awesome idea, nice one my lovely Sister *charisma*! *BIG HUG*

I've chosen picture D, here it goes... *GULP*

 

[Qurratul Ayn]

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Picture D




Fear.

Such a powerful little word, don't you think? Everyone has one, yes they do. Many people have multiple fears. Children, teenagers, adults and the elderly. Fearing something, anything. It is not a minor thing to them. Mine definitely isn't to me.

I hate that cellar. That door. That frame. Those stairs. I say hate, what I should say is I'm terrified, frightened, scared and yes I fear it. I hear things. Sounds. Noises. They can't be absorbed by the ancient wood on the door, the door frame can't prevent the sounds from coming out. Screaming. Crying. Wailing. Snarling. Screeching. Oh, so many horrid sounds. So disturbing. So haunting. So... Fearful. For me.

But never any banging, rattling, knocking on that door. The cellar door. Mum says that the cellar has never been entered into, the door has never opened, it cannot open, it will not open. The former owner told her this. So, why can I hear these sounds, sounds that I feel in my bones, cut through to the heart and make my blood run cold? Why me?

IT IS NOT MY IMAGINATION. It's the truth. No one believes me. You have to believe me...

You believe me, don't you?

 

[muslimah_B]

(picture f)

it was a cold windy day, but nether the less, she had to take her daily stroll in her favourite park and connect back with nature, helping her connection to Allah, everyday she would walk the same path and graciously meet those who walked their dogs, the old couple who always walked hand in hand smiling and joking with each other as if they where newly-weds, even those who didn't find her presence too comforting, but she didn't let it phase her, she loved animals, loved nature and loved life but always felt there was just something missing, but could never figure out what it was
she would always bring bread for the ducks and swans and happily feed them from her hands, which gave her utter joy, but today something was off, she felt in her heart to change her usual pattern, she came across the dirt path and there she felt in her heart she had to be, she followed the path through the woods, although she was scared, she knew Allah was with her, she took a deep breath and said
"Bismillah"
She bravely carried on through the woods going deeper, as the dirt road stopped, she began to hear faint whelps for help, she couldn't pinpoint where the noise was coming from so went further, into the woods, the whelps became closer and closer, she then came upon a black plastic bag covered in cellotape wriggling around, at first she was stunned and thought it was just the wind moving the bag, but the whelping was definitely coming from inside the bag, she threw herself onto the muddy floor and ripped open the bag, there it was a poor tiny helpless kitten soaking wet, shivering covered in mud, she immediately grabbed the kitten and tucked it under her niqab close to her chest for warmth, she ran home, repeatedly saying to herself
"how could anyone do this to such a beautiful creation of Allah, SubhanAllah"
she threw the door open, not time to change, she immediately got the shower on and washed the kitten, there emerged the most beautiful white kitten she had ever laid her eyes on with such wonderfull blue beaming eyes, she dried the kitten off, she franticly rummaged around her cupboards looking for something to feed it, right at the back behind all her jars she found the last can of tuna
"Alhamdulilah" she cried with sheer excitement
feeling such relief to have found the kitten, she dropped onto her couch and looked to her right, and there the kitten was, just looking at her with utter love, gratitude and attachment
"don't worry little kitty, i will never do what those people done to you, Alhamdulilah Allah guided me to save you and bring back happiness to my life, filling in that gap i was missing" she softly uttered to the kitten, looking back at it with sheer love and devotion.
she had finally found something to love and fill in her missing gap, after loosing her beloved husband who before he had passed wanted cats to fill the empty house of their children leaving.

 

[Arfa]

Picture F


Shouts,screaches and howls were picked up by the little kitty sitting on the living room couch outside.Kittys bright blue eyes were wide open,pupils dilated in broad daylight conveying pain.So much pain was gathered up by little pet on discovering its owner was fighting with her beloved!Kittys head tilted to side of couch waited upon her owner to relax and be at ease.Murmerings ,bouts of uncontrollable cries were being heard now.Can it stop?The accusations,the anguish and agony,the despair and desolation of her owner could it stop?Could her lovely owner feel gleeful now?little kitty could make out from the distressing noises that it's owner was angst!So little Turkish Angolan had a forlorn expression on its face.Why does my lovely owner feel distressed?Why?

 

[*charisma*]

E)

“So, what’s been bothering you?” She poured me a cup of tea, but I still didn’t want to raise my head up to answer.

“..Hmm??” She inquired again with an inviting smile.

“I don’t know.”

“You know what’s special about tea? Buddhists would drink it for self-cultivation. It made them calm so they’d be able to meditate. What about you? Do you like tea?”

I looked her straight in the eyes.

“Nope.”

“Well do you prefer something else? Maybe a glass of water?”

“I’m not thirsty.”

“Look, I know you’ve been through a lot, but I can help.”

“Heh. Are you new at this?” I felt really smug now. She was really pushing it.

“Please, let me help you. It helps to talk about it.”

“It helps to talk about it? No, it helps your career. It doesn’t help me.”

“Ok how about we talk about something else? What do you do like to do after work? Do you have any hobbies?” She’s done it now. “Or…you know there’s this restaurant down the road which I LOVE, it has THE best crostin—“

“Let me ask you something…are you married?”

“Me??” She blushed and laughed “Noooo…me and marriage?? you know, marriage is just not for—"

“Oh ok, so you won’t know how I feel."

"What?" Her smile faded away and was replaced with a nervous gulp.

"You won’t know what it’s like to look at your phone a hundred times a day wishing it wasn’t real. You won’t know what it’s like to keep track of the time at work wondering when it’ll be time to go home, except this time you just don’t have anyone to come home to. And it sets in really hard when you’re in your car and you don’t even remember how your tank got full or how you suddenly got to your driveway because you’re just a moving shell that’s doing the minimal to keep surviving.

I go home and she’s everywhere I look. I sit at the table ALONE wishing she was there to ask me how my day went, or why I came home late, or even if I want dessert because dammit, nothing sweet even tastes the same anymore. She can even yell at me, I don’t care, I just want to feel her presence around me again. I want to be able to reach out and touch her hand, but you know what? It’s not there. And when I still think that’s the worst feeling of all, I go to bed. Do you know what it feels like to not be able to sleep and know you have 9 hours ahead of you? Do you know what it’s like to be laying down next to a form of duvet covers and pillows that were never made because it would actually mean she’s gone forever? Even her scent is fading. How does the most comfortable bed you once bought together suddenly feel like a coffin? I’m here because I thought you’d be a professional and that you’d have all the answers, but you’re over here pouring me cups of tea, laughing, and asking me what’s wrong?”

“I’m really, omg..I'm so—“

"WHAT’S WRONG IS I’M DEAD INSIDE
because she’s dead for real."

I said it. I let it out, and it burrowed a hole deeper in my heart.

"She’s dead. She's dead...and no one can fix that.

Not you, and not your damn tea.”

 

[sister herb]

E)

When I was a child, I spent my summers on the countryside. My family has a summer cottage, and at that time there were smaller cottage where my grandpa lived. At every mornings I wanted to wake up as early as possible and go to surprise my grandpa that I had been up so early (of course that wasn´t really very early and he had woked up earlier than I). I remember how I walked around the garden, grass was still wet with the morning dew after the night, flowers smelled and birds... there were thousands of singing birds in my memories.

When I came to my grandpa´s cottage, he was already waiting me. I still can feel the smell of the smoke what came out from the chimney.

- Did you have any breakfast, he always asked and I said no, not yet. So he asked me to his tiny kitchen, put a cup on the table and poured boiled water into it.

- What kind of tea you would like... oh, of course, a "Princess"- tea to my little princess, he said and put a teabag to my cup. Then he made me sandwhiches: dark rye bread, butter and sausage. There I sat on the table with him, drank tea and ate sandwiches and never any meal hasn´t taste the same like it. The kitchen´s window was open and there was a huge jasmin bush in front of it. In my memories it always was flowering and it´s exotic fragrance comes to my mind every times when I drink a cup of "Princess"- tea, where ever I am.

 

[noraina]

Picture F,

I was finally here. I couldn't quite believe it. Within sight was the door I had been striving to open for so long it seemed my whole life's purpose had been to reach it. And now there was less then thirty steps between us. This was what I had been waiting for, what I had been dreaming and hoping for since I had first gazed out of that window all those years ago and known I had to found out who I was.

I was almost frightened - it seemed I had been searching for this door for so long my life would no longer have any purpose once I had found it. I tentatively placed a foot on the first step and began to climb.

The silence was strange, so physical it was like a companion by my side. And the distance between me and the door became smaller and smaller, and my breath caught in my throat, and my heart began to thunder, my fingers became cold and tingly and I felt the most astonishing euphoria as I reached out a shaking hand and -

The door didn't open. I frowned and shook it hard. It refused to budge. Tears prickled my eyes. No! It couldn't be, I had searched so long and so hard, this had to open, my whole life depended on it.

And then the silent companion by my side, with a touch as warm as the sunset's rays, gently held my shoulders, and guided me back - back down the stairs. And with each step it seemed to find me lighter and lighter, until I was almost weightless under the guiding fingers, like a leaf twirling in the wind. And I recognised myself for the first time - as a stranger and traveller, searching for something higher.

I smiled, 'It wasn't my door'. I said aloud, and the sound of my voice shattered the silence and its doubts, and shattered the illusion I had been living in, like the smallest of drops rippling an entire ocean.

And it wasn't. I didn't need a door to find who I am, to fulfil the purpose of my life. I was a complete person within and of myself, and what was important had been the journey, and the realisation that life is a journey. What would be the point if life if we was to find the door to completion on this lowly earth? My door was elsewhere, in a higher place, and the purpose of my life was in reaching it.

Alhamdulillah.

 

[Samiun]

Picture C,

I was waiting for a friend at the bench as I imagine the scene to be very vivid full of life and wonders. Then I realized, I had no friends as the footsteps shown they had left me alone on my bench for far too long. Parted our ways, not to be seen together anymore, such is life we must go on and strive! Be strong and don't break apart, maybe once again we shall be reunited on this bench or maybe another companion would sit by my side on this bench, to quench the thirst of having companionship and heal the lonely heart. As the sun sets, once again!

 

[Muhammad]

:wasalamex

In the darkness, he groped the crumbling wall. The only sound echoing around him was that of his own weary footsteps and the tired heaving from an endless journey. As he climbed higher, he could see a glimmer of light in the distance. It was becoming clearer now. A lamp hanging somewhere up above. A door at the top of the steps. He stared at it in awe. Could this be the one? Somersal's words came back to him as though in a dream. How many others had tried in vain to find it? Was he the only one to get this far? He stopped for a moment to catch his breath. His head was swimming with images of all the chambers below, all the horrors he had faced, all the enemies he had slain. As he wiped the sweat from his brow, still gazing at the door, he could vividly picture that moment when he had first entered this wretched tower. But that was such a long time ago.

Somersal's voice was stronger now, as though the old man were standing right beside him. 'My son, there is one thing you must remember before you enter the last room...' What had he said? What was that one thing? Think! he told himself, but it was no use. He no longer knew what was real and imaginary anymore. The place was not what he had expected. None of this was. What if Somersal was wrong? 'They're all depending on me now, I have to keep going,' he whispered to himself. 'I will die if I have to.'

He stepped closer, hardly daring to believe the stairs he'd been climbing for so long were finally coming to an end. He was hoping for a clue of what was beyond. A sound perhaps. But all was eerily silent. He drew a deep breath, then, with blood-stained fingers, he gripped his scimitar tighter and turned the handle...

(Picture D)

 

[*charisma*]

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[*charisma*]

This is such an awesome idea, nice one my lovely Sister *charisma*! *BIG HUG*

I've chosen picture D, here it goes... *GULP*

Jazaki Allahu khair sweet stuff :wub:

But never any banging, rattling, knocking on that door. The cellar door. Mum says that the cellar has never been entered into, the door has never opened, it cannot open, it will not open. The former owner told her this. So, why can I hear these sounds, sounds that I feel in my bones, cut through to the heart and make my blood run cold? Why me?

Mannn, I used to live in a apt/flat that made me feel like that.. I swear it was haunted :ermm: Alhemdulilah we moved..I suggest your character finds a new house too hew

it was a cold windy day, but nether the less, she had to take her daily stroll in her favourite park and connect back with nature, helping her connection to Allah, everyday she would walk the same path and graciously meet those who walked their dogs, the old couple who always walked hand in hand smiling and joking with each other as if they where newly-weds, even those who didn't find her presence too comforting, but she didn't let it phase her, she loved animals, loved nature and loved life but always felt there was just something missing, but could never figure out what it was

Great scenery mashallah

So little Turkish Angolan had a forlorn expression on its face.Why does my lovely owner feel distressed?Why?

Awww poor kitty imsad

- What kind of tea you would like... oh, of course, a "Princess"- tea to my little princess, he said and put a teabag to my cup. Then he made me sandwhiches: dark rye bread, butter and sausage. There I sat on the table with him, drank tea and ate sandwiches and never any meal hasn´t taste the same like it. The kitchen´s window was open and there was a huge jasmin bush in front of it. In my memories it always was flowering and it´s exotic fragrance comes to my mind every times when I drink a cup of "Princess"- tea, where ever I am.

Sis herb I loved your story, it was so sweet..it reminds me of my relationship with my grampa..i miss him so much right now imsad

I was waiting for a friend at the bench as I imagine the scene to be very vivid full of life and wonders. Then I realized, I had no friends as the footsteps shown they had left me alone on my bench for far too long. Parted our ways, not to be seen together anymore, such is life we must go on and strive! Be strong and don't break apart, maybe once again we shall be reunited on this bench or maybe another companion would sit by my side on this bench, to quench the thirst of having companionship and heal the lonely heart. As the sun sets, once again!

Sad when we part from our friends and only left with memories...but yes life must go on and we must strive.

He stepped closer, hardly daring to believe the stairs he'd been climbing for so long were finally coming to an end. He was hoping for a clue of what was beyond. A sound perhaps. But all was eerily silent. He drew a deep breath, then, with blood-stained fingers, he gripped his scimitar tighter and turned the handle...

Wonderful cliffhanger mashallah...interesting use of words and names please write more!



I'm loving everyone's posts so far..I posted extra pics this time, so feel free to write twice if you're feeling it

 

[Re.TiReD]

Picture B

The road seemed straight enough, simple enough to navigate even on the darkest of nights. But the darkness holds secrets and teaches painful lessons to weary travellers. On this occasion it was you and I, tentatively reaching out to one another and attempting to carve ourselves a path, a future, something to look back on. But the lights in the distance remained where they were. We enjoyed many a moonlit walk but the light of day never did shine on our dreams and allow them to continue into the soft sunlight of the day. We gave up too soon. We weren't brave enough to pick our own path. We stuck to what was safe and allowed ourselves to part ways. But hearts have a beautiful way of staying connected. You and I.

 

[Serinity]

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he got a message from his father telling him to come home to do his homework, he scratches his head in hatred.. and fussed. made a deep sigh, and slumbered through the seemingly scorching heat.. only for a basketball to hit the right side of the face. "ey! look out, are you deaf?!" the words sounded more like bleaked sounds.. unrecognizable.

the crumbling grief and hatred coupled with intense heat made his heart stop. he died. a homeless man came in the middle of the night to see a corpse in the scorching cold. The body seemed slimed and stickied to the road. the homeless man laughed!

Weeks passed and none seemed to care, only when his little sister recognized his almost unrecognizeable body. she called her father, and her father said "what?!" and rushed to the scene "finally! I am free! haaaahahaha, he is dead! I am finally free!"

silence pierced through the sister's heart, and emminent hatred fueled her heart. In a burst of rage, she killed her father in a fit of rage.

she made war on the school, principles, and teachers. all in a pool of blood. she said "this is it!" and she killed a mother's child, who just sent her schoolkid to school. she became infamous as the "harbringer of war and destruction".

The mother enraged tried to kill the girl, but the girl evaded her puny punched only to face a kick to face, and there she went out the window.

the police tried to shoot bullets but the mother was quite skilled, she had grenades, etc.

Off topic: I am laughing at my story! soo hilarious!

 

[sister herb]

More pictures... You really keep our pens busy.

Picture k) looks interesting...

 

[sister herb]

Picture k)

There were two boys, walking on the beach. Bill and Steven had been friends as long they can remember and now they were both 9 years old. Bill was serious young man but Steven found everytimes something new and inspirational, told wonderful stories and made everybody laugh. Sun was shining and the sea was calm. Suddenly Steven noticed something on the sand.

- Hey, look. Here is a pearl. It must be missing from the crown of the king!
- What? What king, asked Bill.
- A king of Arabia! Don´t you think he is very worry because the pearl is missing from his crown? We must bring this back to him.

Bill was stunning. How an earth they could find the king.

- Stop talking nonsense, he said. This is again one of your stories. Grown up man. There isn´t kings at all.

But Steven knew in his heart that this really was important matter. He brought the pearl to his home in his pocket and didn´t tell anyone about it. All the evening he sat in his bed pearl on his hand and thinking how misery the king was when his the most important treasure, the pearl, was missing. Later he put pearl on his nightstand and felt himself tired.

At the night, when Steven was already asleep, he suddenly woke up and realised that he was in the middle of the desert. Everywhere was just sand, nothing than sand. How it was possible he was there? Then he saw a camel coming. It´s rider was unknown man, wearing with pure, green silky robe. Steven knew this was the king he was looking for.

- Your majesty, he said, I was looking for you.
- Who you are, little boy and why you are in my land?
- My name is... is Steve. I found your pearl from the beach at this afternoon.
- From the beach? The nearest beach is more than 500 kilometers from here. But did you say you found my pearl?
- Yes, and I wanted to give it back to you. You must have been very worried as it´s missing.

Steven gave the pearl to king. The king smiled and put it to his pocket.

- I thank you, young prince, as only a real prince could find this pearl. You will get great reward from this...

Steven opened his eyes and realised he was on his own bed. It was morning. The desert and the camel and the king were gone. He looked to his nightstand and... the pearl was disappeared.

 

[Serinity]

h)

There were 2 boys, they met when they were children, they smiled to eachother, one happy, the other sad. Days passed and the sad kid got jealous of the happy guy's success and talents. The sad kid's name was Steel, the happy Kid's was Doc. Steel felt competitive so one day he challenged in a training session Doc to fight him. The teacher got angry and reprimanded, but Doc affectionely allowed Steel to fight, and said to the teacher "don't worry".

So they fought, and as always, Doc won, over and over again. Steel got angry, so he trained day and night, kicking and hitting a doll whom he imagined to be Doc.

Days passed, and they became rivals, Steel went from sad to happy, and such went the days for 3 years.

In a silent night, Doc witnessed his parents die before his eyes, as he saw his loving brother shedding the blood of his own kin. Confused, Doc sought for an answer, and became insane, only to go unconscious from trauma. Doc tried to fight his brother, but felt very very weak and saddened by what happened, as if his heart was trampled, as if he lived 7 years in delusion.

Doc's brother told him words of hatred, despair, and vengeance. How this world is dark and full of hypocrites.

Next morning at school, the silence breaking in seemed to take hold of Doc, and Steel very much noticed the drastic, immense, terrifying change in Doc. Steel wondered why. Then the teacher came in and ordered the students to take their seat and prepare for mock up exams.

Steel's curiosity got the better of him, and he stood very tense in his exam wondering about Doc. Steel couldn't concentrate, and was not only nervous but curious, and a little sad.

When it was just about 5:19 PM, Steel walked with a saddened face far behind, and then Doc and Steel's destiny clashed. Steel could sense the sadness and sorrow in the once happy Doc. It was too drastic, and way more terrifying than his. It was about then Steel started to shed a tear.. Steel called him "hey, what are you doing soo late?" Doc turned his head, and frowned. Steel smiled, and said "hey!" while walking. They didn't have to exchange many words, their bond strengthen to the point, they knew eachother as if they were brothers.

Years passed and things got intense, they got their own teacher and their long forgotten memories was stored in the garbage can.

They both grew happy and started to like eachother. but the intense rivalry and manhood made them angry. It reached to the point that if their teacher didn't stop them, they'd kill eachother.

The hatred and jealousy grew, and they became very distant to each other. Only for Doc's brother to reappear to remind him of his despair. Doc reminsciented into the past and felt huge regret and hatred.. How could he waste soo much time? How?!

he became very fierce and angry. But none knew about that, and the Teacher named, Tab, assembled them for a lecture on how to fight..
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They went on missions, Doc and Steel became good mates, their intense rivalry made them ever so strong.

One day Doc had enough and set out and abandoned his comrades in search for revenge, hatred, and power. Doc wanted to cut off all bonds, and friendships, he fostered his hatred. Steel very naive and ignorant didn't know of this, only to be reminded of the principle, reminscing in confusion.

Doc grew very hateful, founding himself in a flood of tears overshadowed by his overambitious attitude riding him of any empathy or sympathy - all in the conquest for power.

It ate him up, and it did make him stronger.

Steel very saddened, weak and frail demanded a team of 8 to set out for him. After a lot of debate and mindblowing talk, they set out.

they split the 8 person up in 4 teams - 2 man teams. So it went for 3 weeks, and finally, 5 died, and 3 remained.. For security reasons Steel ordered them with empathic speak to remain behind.. With a lot of quarreling, it settled with Steel poisoning them, leaving them lifeless.

It hurt Steel so much, but it had to be done, so he thought. Only to face a completely different Doc. Steel very surprised and angry "what are you doing? What happened?!" Doc replied emotionless "you don't need to know, and why did you come.. For you will die by my hands.. brother." Steel suprised with a happy and confused tone "why?! Why?!!" It tore him soo much..

But little did Steel know that Doc sought power, even if it meant killing his own loving friend, so close, he feels like a brother.

So it went with a silent atmosphere, almost deadly.. Only for Doc to tear the silence by drawing his sword. Steel feeling hesitant tried to defend himself, and Doc, not trying to kill Doc or hurt him. Steel loved Doc so much. Doc knew what this friendship meant for Steel, and he knew, and understood, and was himself very sad. But Doc reasoned that by cutting his ties and relationships with people he'd grow stronger, and more cold and fierce.

With a long spirited long emotion-loaded fight, it ended with Doc and Steel clashing with their best attempt, in a rageful scream.

Doc thought he killed Steel, so he went to the darkness of the road, not knowing that Steel followed him, Steel wanted Doc to change, to return back to the light. Hurt by Doc, he cough up blood, to which Doc noticed, filled with sadness and reminscing thoughts, he turned those feelings into his strength, sadness into his shield, sorrow and from love to hatred into his vision, and turned cold-blooded to Steel in an attempt to kill his only loving friend, brother.

Doc's heart screamed and teared up. Painfully pierced. There Doc remained, hollow. Void of love, empty. A tearful painful cry erupted from Doc.. in silence, no sound at all.

 

[Serinity]

Please read my post, I hope it is emotion filled. Probably terrible. but read it! you will enjoy it, In shaa' Allah.

 

[Arfa]

Gulp Here it goes..Picture H