Sick Preachers.

​I won’t avert my eyes when I see them do wrong. I will see them with eyes wide open and judge them however I want. If they are the wrong doers, they should avert their eyes and look down or whatever. Not me. Never me.

This is how I will exactly survive in this messed up society and no one is to tell me otherwise.Because these so called preachers have a sick mentality but they can’t always do what they want. No.




​According to the myths, when fairies grow their wings, they experience excruciating pain. 

I think that humans are no different. When they grow, and that thick layer of illusion and happy sappy unrealistic stories sheds from around their hearts and brains, the exposure to all the hurt, lies and betrayal as a new person is also a deadly process.

– Hello. I know I was off since a long time but these are some raw lines which came from somewhere deep inside the heart.


There is too much chaos, too much unsettlement. We get to hear new tragedies around us almost every next day.

We show extreme patriotism when we are onto something, together, as a nation and as a community. 

We say each time after a new wound that ‘we shall rise again, and that we would defeat the culprit and that we won’t let it happen again, ever’

But we lie. Every single time, we fail. Every year, consecutively, we fail. Whom you may ask? 

The children of this nation.

It’s them that we fail. We fail to protect them, we fail to secure them. We fail to give them peace. We fail to prevent them from getting killed in the most atrocious ways possible. We fail, to make good decisions for their well being. We fail them by our actions and we fail them as a nation. 

– No matter how much outrage is shown by anyone of us, until further measures to avoid child abuse and torture would not be taken, until no laws for the protection of the nation’s children would be made, I don’t see any justice being served until then.


-Sarah Rashid.

Deal with your turmoil yourself!

​It’s one much less painful process when you keep your mental turmoil to yourself. 

No emotions get all over the place,

No feelings get any more messier,

No sudden blurting of the history of your pain is made,

And no vulnerability is shown to be misused in the future,

The turmoil stays in,

The rest of the world stay unburdened of your pain,

Life is good.

-Sarah Rashid

PS. Greetings Everyone. I hope all you fellow blogger are enjoying the holidays/vacations. Spread along your happiness; let it be contagious 😊

-Peace ❤

Letters To Fate.

Dear Fate, 

Please Explain.

“Small bodies,

 Wounded hearts.

  Blank eyes,

  Deep abyss.”

Yours Truly 

– Sentinel Of Phantasm

– Sarah Rashid.

– Let us all be humanitarians for today and forever. 

– Peace. 


I am here today

I won’t be tomorrow.

Happy for those I love 

My heart is still full of sorrow.

But my love is stronger

So the war inside is weak

Keep walking on this path of life

And just someday,

In the middle of nowhere

I’ll also find my peace.

– Sarah Rashid 😊


People fall in love with a person

People fall in love with a place,

Those who find this unacceptable

Are people in love with hate.

And hate, my dear friend

Is for people, weak by fate.

– Sarah Rashid 

– Peace 

A Better Generation.

When you teach a little child to be kind and helpful towards homeless, poor, beggers and any helpless person who is in dire need of saving, you are not only making that child a better person for the future – but you’re also making hope rise within the same poor, homeless or helpless that maybe the future would be better, with a kinder generation and those selfless little children who won’t look at them as inferiors.

So do good some today, prepare those little children in every way to make the future generation as better as possible.

– Sarah Rashid.

– Peace  ✌

Letter by fate.

‘Dear client,

Unfortunately your order for a sorted and normal life can not be placed. Your request was denied on the bases of being inconceivable. 

With sincere apologies, 


Dialogue Series # 3

-Sarah Rashid.


Accidents are a part of life. They can happen anytime, anywhere. It’s just that some of them are easy to forget. While others leave scars on the body, and sometimes, even on the soul, to remember for a lifetime.

– Sarah Rashid. 

She lay there with her nose and the side of her head bleeding. The car that almost hit her bicycle and caused her to tumble down the slope, gone. A good show the driver must have gotten. Seeing how she tried to avoid colliding with the car which in turn caused her to lose control over her bicycle and sent her flying and hitting the ground, Her and the bicycle laying apart now. Her spectacles broken and laying somewhere far away from her. She did not have a particularly good vision without them.

Till now even the cars that were passing by began to slow down. No, they did not stop. They were just curious to see an injured girl with a little too much blood on her face. Maybe they thought she was strong enough to manage it all by herself, even when it was hard for her to stand up with both her knees bleeding, but they did not know that right? Yes, that felt much better.

She heard two or three children crying from a little far away. Did she look that terrifying with the blood on her face? Turns out they were crying because, well, she was hurt and they felt bad. ‘Finally!’ a part of her screamed out. The children that looked around five to six years old helped her stand up. One of them got her broken glasses from the side of the road. ‘Finally!’ she thought again. It felt good to be able to clearly see the mess she was in right now. Time to take actions.

She thanked her little saviors and convinced them that she’ll be fine but they stayed. Her head was aching. She noticed that her elbow had the nastiest wound. She was unable to move her left thumb and her nose was bleeding profusely. She was really near to her house but she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to walk back. So, finally a thought graced it’s presence. Time to make some use of that unnecessarily expensive birthday gift. 

She took out the mobile which was thankfully in her backpack, undamaged, and called her mum. Not wanting to make her worry, she just told her that she had fallen from her bicycle and the legs are hurt. But her Mum, as usual, got hyped and sent her brother on the way to where she was, telling her to keep talking on the phone till he reaches her.

Luck finally kicked in and as her brother reached her and loudly admitted with a gasp that the mess was indeed a bit too much, her elder sister came from the opposite side as well, and her Mum, obviously having heard the ongoing discussion on the phone wasted no time to reach her as well.Yayy to the ultimate family reunion. 
And well folks, the rest is all history. The family walked their way to the clinic and the girl was confirmed to have a metacarpal fracture, mild brain concussion and some really ‘scar worthy’ wounds here and there.

 End of the story, as she walked back home and crossed the place where the above series of unfortunate events happened, like her falling down, people actually slowing down but never stopping to help an injured girl, She saw some blood, her blood there and at that exact moment, did she realize, even with an unstable mind condition, that her so called hope was losing. That humanity is indeed on the verge of extinction and even when knew she had to save that from happening, she had no clue on how to. And little did she also realize that a person like her, sure didn’t deserve to be disappointed in the way she was that day.

***Drum roll*** 

 *Theeeee End*

– Based on true events *Smirks*

-Sarah Rashid

-Peace ✌