

​You just did not know her …

You knew her name “that girl who keeps it to herself ”

You used to see her clinging to her stack of books ….. but never knew HER STORY.

You said those eyes never seemed to enchant you with those strands of brown hair falling on her glasses , they were just to plain to you.

Passed through the same corridor , ran into her a few times , saw her sitting all alone and you never wished to know her .



Until that day when she came ….. Dressed unadorned as always . She came with faint hopes that you would let her know you . But it was crucial because you were unknown to yourself …… And so you let her .

So while she was knowing you …..You unknowingly found out what a placid soul she was . She was not an excerpt of the poetry​ she used to read but a poem herself . She was pages of those books you never touched . She was words you never wished to speak to her . She was the ink so you could now write a better story . A story about “You know her now and know yourself as well ”

#Zahra Khalid