Memories, memories like faded pictures out of an old album

Icy cold like the fresh winter breeze, gnawing heartlessly at her heart

Memories, memories like faded pictures out of an old album

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Family, friends, loved ones, even unknown foes taken away by one decision!

A fated cautious decision! so she struggles to understand as to why?

Why one path was engraved in destiny and the other was silently erased?

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Sweet memories of sharing chocolates, samosas, smiles and even cries

Nostalgic memories of singing songs in school during detention and rain

Pure, melodious memories of her high school, friends, first crush & family

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Memories of then and forever

Memories of then and forever

Memories, memories, like faded pictures out of an old album

Memories, memories, like faded pictures out of an old album

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Across the vast ocean, she quietly aches for her old chums

“Silence of the Lambs” rings deeply in her heart and mind

Yet she longs to re-examine her roots, to meet the lost ones

Yet she longs to “understand”, despite her battle scars

And then the deafening “Silence of the Lambs” roars in her ears

So she hides with her books, books that gave her knowledge and voice

Algebra is logical, rational and simple

Philosophy is wise, ancient and insightful

Islam is pure and simple, not twisted

So, she hides with her books, books that gave her knowledge and voice

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She is still shattered; turbulent memories; jaded scars

Still, memories of then and forever

Gradually soothe her wearied heart

Transforming pain into beauty

Transforming pain into beauty

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She doesn’t wish for worldly status, riches and what-nots

She just wants to be heard, just wants to be heard

And to be considered a rational, equal human being

Not to suffer again from that dumb, cultural silence of nothingness

So her heart cautiously tugs: What kind of change do you desire?

Change! Is it even possible?

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She is still shattered; turbulent memories; jaded scars

Still Shattered in million pieces

Yet she collects herself, without relenting, bit by bit

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Memories, memories, like faded pictures out of an old album

Memories of then and forever

By: Cercatore a.k.a. Arzoo

“Trapped” Between “Now” and “Then” By: Hope a.k.a. Arzoo

Copyright © 2010 by Arzoo Zaheer

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