Peshawar : Why?

I wasn't a bad kid,dad.
I know you loved me so
Tell mom I will miss her
She knows I love her more

I tried to not die,mom
It wasn't in my hands,you see
They kept a gun to my forehead,sis
And I prayed god to let me be.

They plundered in the rooms around
And dragged us wall from wall
Few stood by and some ducked down
And saw our friends' souls fall

You sent me away to study,mom
Remember,It was never your fault
You sold yourself to teach me,dad
Don't you rub your wounds on salt!

I thank you god to let me live this long
However short it may be
I thank you god to give me a chance to live
However wrong my death may be.

It's a bad day - this too shall pass

It's a bad day. So what do you do ?
Cry yourself to sleep sounds not do bad.
Distract yourself is okay too.

But what If you want something else ?
What do you do?
You create a mechanism.

Take deep breaths. As many as you need to calm those thudding heart beats.
Take many. Calm.

Remember a day that was close to being perfect? Remember the feeling? Yes,that one.
Relive it.
It was your close-to-perfect-day.
Ofcourse you can relive it.
It's how you've been surviving this long. You want to feel that way again.

So then
It's a lot.
The day is as worse as it can get( or is getting)
And you take
One
Step
At
A
Time.

One by one,take it.
With me. Okay ? Okay.

One step at a time.
Tell yourself that 'it's okay,I am alright'
Even when you're not.
Keep the faith that YOU will be.

Believe in Something.
Believe in the nothingness of something.
Have faith.

"This too shall pass"

Until we know.