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Friday 1 November 2013

Chapter4: The final testimony!

The End of the story that changed lives.

Shiza was pacing back and forth in her room while gazing out her window where Zain’s room was clearly seen. She could see him walk about his room doing the usual stuff while talking to someone on his phone. Shiza looked up the clock to see and process who he could be talking to, at this ungodly hour. It was almost four A.M in the morning. Now Shiza’s brain was overwhelmingly crowded with theories and ideas of who he might be talking to. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood while being on call, which bothered her a bit too much. Still continuously pacing back and forth, Shiza’s brain decided to punk her and started plotting a heinous plan. Because she was perturbed and infuriated by Zain’s act; she called up an old friend from Sydney.
It took about five seconds to connect the call, when  a husky voice hit Shiza’s ears. “Shalom?”, said the voice.
“Groliski? It’s me. Shayzill” replies Shiza, being somewhat relieved by hearing his voice.
“Ayeee yo shayyzill ma guurll! Where you at mateyy? Got thah guy yet? Waayhh nevamaaind aahfcooouse you goh him? I mean, how can youh naaah?”
“Groliski! I didn’t get him. He’s with someone else. And I need your help to get rid of her. I don’t even want a piece of her in this city!"
“Ayee Shayzill, anything fo youuh ma gurll”

Groliski was a very powerful mob leader from Sydney. He was basically the king of the ammunition mafia. When Shiza went to Australia, Groliski was the first person to meet her, literally. She met him at the Melbourne International Airport and helped his gangster highness from almost getting caught at the airport. She saved the most wanted criminal’s ass, and in return, She got a faithful older friend for a lifetime. And a gangster pet name “Shayzill”.
Shiza filled in Groliski with all the events that took place. He knew Shiza was just being overly emotional and was acting a bit too insane. But he was his friend, and he had contacts all over the damn world. Now, the word was out. Shayzill needed help. A big help. Though Shiza didn't know Hina personally, she never even saw her; still she hated Hina with all of her body cells. She wanted to kill her. She wanted to choke the life out of her. She wanted Hina to feel how hard it was to live without Zain for so long. She wanted to slow poison her an torture her till her last breath. And better yet, She wanted to kill her by blowing her up.

“Waas her name agaihn?”
“Hina Rabbani Khar”
“Orkayy. Location found babe. Are ya suure ya wanmey to do this?”
“There are no second thoughts on this one, Groliski!”
“But thaa damage could be big oe!”
“I don’t care!”
“Orrkaayyy den babe! Papa bear is in ignition. F Y I, this is the most lethal missile this world wil evaah see! Even we dunno the outcomes ayyee. But were still gonna blow it straight ta ya man stealing biznatch!”
“Do it already Groliski!”
“Aight aiiightt! Jeez kid. You’re a monstaah… jay kayy! Im proudaah yah!”
“DO IT!"
“kayy kayy Papa Bear launching in..5.…4….3….2….. Mother fucking 1!.. and BAAAM! Hallelujah bitchhhh.”

And with that Groliski fired the missile to Hina’s coordinates. Shiza disconnected the call in anxiety. Within five Holy minutes, the deadly missile hit Karachi and straight at Hina’s place. The loudest explosion was heard and witnessed by the local residents from the far neighborhoods which was beyond horrendous and dreadful.
The missile attack was so powerful that half of the city was covered in thick black fog of ashes and pure terror.
Most of the people thought it was the end of times. A lot of city inhabitants thought it was the beginning of a civil war. The residents came out of their houses with heavy arms and ammunition thinking that a blitzkrieg has been initiated. More than a thousand people were cremated in that area. Cries, screams were being heard all over the place. Blood, dead bodies in rubble, fire, ashes everywhere. A  heavy commercial and residential area was now just a bloody graveyard, All because of a love struck girl.

Minutes after the explosion, Groliski texted Shiza, “It’s clobbering time”. Immediately Shiza knew that the loud explosion she heard was from her own missile.
Now, it was Shiza’s turn to tell Zain, do a bit of drama and get all this over with. She went close to her window and found a very confused Zain holding his phone in his hand and swearing repeatedly. He caught an eye with Shiza through his window and came running towards it, and shouted, “What the bloody hell was that? That explosion! I’m worried sick now and my cable is not working! D’you mind telling me what happened?”
Shiza nodded and pretended to turn on the television and read the news. She already knew how to fake the news, so she went on. “It says here, there’s been a missile attack in Karachi” Zain got worried now. A little part of his heart went off in pure horror. He was in trauma. He could barely speak. But he knew he had to ask, just to make sure. “What area?”, he choked out.

Now was the fun part for Shiza. She shouted, “Don’t worry Zainy! Its 5thPark Street, Beach View, Pretty far from here.”
And that was the final blow for Zain. Shiza was watching him closely while he broke down into a series of fits and cries. He couldn’t process this all. He was just talking to her an hour ago and now, this. She could have possibly died. But then again he wasn’t even sure. Forcibly, he had to gain all his conscience thinking about her. He stood up and dusted himself and ran out of his room towards the stairs, dodging a worried sister and a hysteric mother.

Shiza saw the whole thing . She knew Zain would make a run for her, So she acted fast. She picked up the car keys and ran out towards her father’s car. She could see Zain’s car picking up pace and catching up to hers. But she wanted to make sure she arrive their first to witness the scenario, and of course, to give her shoulder to Zain to cry on.

Meanwhile, as the thick clouds began to end, another series of horrible events were yet to take place. As Zain and Shiza arrived the entrance of the Park Street, they both were dumbstruck by what they witnessed. What once was a place filled with greenery, buildings and a whole lot of people, now was just smoke and black. They both got out of their cars. Zain, failing to notice Shiza, proceeded towards the rubble. It was hard to see. He coughed twice and rubbed his eyes. He saw a bunch of people, walking towards him from a distance. He could not figure out their voices. All he hear were some moans and groans.
“Who are they?” said Shiza out of curiosity.
“What are you doing here?” he said, being literally confused.
“I followed you” She lied.
They tried seeing who these people were. And why were they all coming in such a big number towards them.
Shiza started coughing. And squeaked in pure horror as she saw what was proceeding towards them.

“ZAIN! RUNN!”
what?”
“RUUUNNNNN!!!!”with that she took Zain’s hand and started running. “Shizaa? Whaaats happening?”he stuttered. Shiza replied, still being horrified. He raised his hand and what he saw brought shivers to his whole body. A deadly mob of re-animated corpse in a very large number was to be seen. All the residents of the Park street who died were now re-animating, waking up while growling and moaning


This was it. This was the beginning of the Apocalypse. The beginning of the end. and all because of a love struck 18 year old who had connections with australian ammo mafia...

Thursday 15 August 2013

Chapter3: Revealing the truth.

A story that changed lives.


Zain wasn't shocked of Shiza's confession. He saw it coming. But sure he was amazed to see how she just came straight forward at him.
"Wha-aat.. Say something genius!" Shiza said, laughing at Zain's poker face.
"Shiz.. i ca-ant do this r-right now.." Zain stuttered. he knew had to tell her the truth sooner or later.. so why not now. "Shiza.. I'm..I'm" "YOU'RE GAY!?" Said Shiza in pure horror!
"WHAT.. No I'm not. What? haha that's insane! are you lulu pizoo?"
"Well.. I'm lulu for you" she said, pinching his cheeks. Zain was comfortable talking to her now. she was in a good mood. he thought this might be a good time to hint her.
"Y'know When you went away, i was sad for days and weeks and monthsss! then gradually, i got on with life, thinking you would too. I mean, You went to AUSTRALIA! I'd go nuts if was there. Anyway.. I got busy in college and stuff.. And well.. There, I found.. Your doppelganger!"
"My what?"
"Doppelganger! she was so much like you! she filled my void.. she.. shes my everything now"

Shiza took Zain's words better than he expected. She was a grown up now. In the deepest corner of her heart, she had a fear of Zain moving on, with another girl. Some part of her was well aware that Zain might not be hers when she comes back. She was now disappointed. Not in Zain, But in herself, for believing in something that she had no assurance of. She understood Zain really well, smiled, and held his hand and whispered in a deep voice.
"Zain.. it doesn't matter. i still love you a lot. You were my best friend when we wore diapers, and you're still my best friend. Having a girlfriend doesn't change the fact that i love you more than anyone! And HEYYY! when am i meeting the special girll?" she said, nudging Zain.

Now it was Zain's turn to go poker face again. He never thought she would take it so well, almost like a mature adult. He was impressed by his best friends new personality. All that tension for almost nothing! thinking of this, he burst out into fits of laughter, which were later joined by Shiza as she always found Zain's laugh funny. 

Relieved of all the tension, and drama, they both got comfortable around each other and filled each other in.. Telling every necessary detail of life to each other. After about an hour, they both decided to go downstairs to meet the rest of the family and eat their hearts out.
Over the brunch, Zain, Abdullah, and Shiza started to have a deep conversation about TV shows, when Zain, out of the blue said "You guys have to meet Hina! Shes amazing! no, actually, shes beyond that. She will love you guys as much as i do!"
"So Zain? She might be our bhaabi...eh?" Abdullah exclaimed and smirked at him. 
"Well... you can say that" Zain smirked back at him.

Hearing all this,made Shiza's blood boil. Though she tried her best to process all this but she just couldn't handle picturing Zain married to another girl. She was in complete rage now, Battling with her heinous thoughts  "OHKAY THEN. Its On like Donkey Kong! Its a fight now. Zain will be MINE! HE IS MINE!"



To find out what happens next, stayyy tuned to: I'M ZAIN! 

Wednesday 14 August 2013

Chapter2: Expressing the love.

A story that changed lives.

Zain was in his room, pacing back and forth with the growing confusion of his next move. He did not know how to react to this. He did not know how to respond when he gets to meet Shiza when he goes downstairs. Shiza's family was invited for a brunch at their old neighbors place which obviously made her happy as hell and Zain nervous as hell. 

"I have to talk to her! But I cant! how can I face her with all that guilt? No. This is wrong. Very wrong. But wait!? Maybe I'm just over thinking! yeah... I'm over thinking! She must have gotten over me.. I mean, We were only thirteen for heavens! Okay calm down Zain. Just go downstairs and pretend that you're totally cool now. yeah that will do the trick.. Its now or never Zain! Its NOW or NEVER!"
Battling with his thoughts, Zain figured it would be polite if he went downstairs just to say Hi to Shiza, her older brother Abdullah, and her parents.

Trying to stay as cool as possible, Zain moved towards his wall mirror to fix his hair a bit. While watching himself looking good in the mirror, he saw a girl standing behind him, smirking while staring at Zain's reflection. Before Zain could turn and face his horror, She ran to him and jumped to his back and started laughing and giggling and squeaking Zain's name.

"ZAINN ZAINN ZAINN ZAINN!!! I'VE MISSED YOU SOO MUCHHHH! Oh my god you're so grown up now! And so cuteeeeeee omg Zainnnnyy say something!?" said Shiza while clinging to him.
Zain was confused. He didn't know how to react to Shiza's greetings. Instead of saying something, Zain choked and gasped for air. Alarmed, Shiza let go of Zain's back in pure horror. "Hahahah Are you alright Zain?" She said while laughing. "urghh.. yeahh never better!" said Zain with an extremely forced smile on his face. "Sit down, please" He said, pointing towards his bed.
She sat and started her never ending questionnaire. 

"Well Zain... How have you been" she started
"umm Good! What about you?". Zain responded with a forced smile.
"Without you, it sucked there, Zainy!" 
"Im sure you had fun there Shizo Pizo"
"Are you kidding me! Gorray people are gross! i used to cry and when i used to miss you.."
"Shiza.. You cant say that.. You're lucky you dont live here! it sucks" 
"Australia sucked without you"
"You knew well i couldn't be with you forever shiza.. we were young.. we had a long life a head of us.. our families expected a lot from us" 
"Expectations weckpectations! i don't give a rats ass! the important thing is, we're back and back for good now! and we're not leaving now.. And we're going to be together now"
"Shiza. i ca.."
"sshh" said Shiza as she put her index finger on Zain's lips "ZAIN.. I love you


To find out what happens next, stayyy tuned to: I'M ZAIN! 


Tuesday 13 August 2013

Chapter1: The changes of events.

A story that changed lives.


“Oh God!” Zain prodded while staring out of his window. “No! It can’t be! No no no no!..But wait! Its her dad with her! She’s Here! They’re here! And they’re back! No! This is a nightmare.. A beautiful nightmare.. What am I going to do now! Wallah”.

Shiza and Zain were of same age hence they were in the same school and same class since kindergarten. And being each other’s neighbors gave them a privilege to meet each other whenever they want. They were termed as “Best Friends for life” according to Zain’s 2nd grade English Essay. Shiza’s family terms with Zain’s family were beyond frank.
As days passed by, their bond became stronger and they were almost inseparable! Shiza was proceeding towards her fourteens. She was getting prettier and prettier by the passing second, which worried her mother sometimes as she was very frank with every guy, just like every teenager is, and seeing her with Zain all the time sometimes made her doubtful.

One dreadful day came when Shiza’s family moved away along with Shiza, leaving both the lovebirds crying and begging as they could not live without each other. Eventually after some time, the phase of sorrows and grief passed by and Zain proceeded to his normal forgetting about Shiza. But on the other side of the world, Shiza was going bonkers in the new country and couldn’t think of anyone but Zain.

As Shiza turned Eighteen, She got what she wanted. She, along with her family returned to Pakistan from Australia to start her life all over again with the guy she loved long time ago. Her family’s luggage was brought to their old place. Seeing the luggage arrive, and then her, with her family, looking as happy as one could be, Zain’s mind started to overcrowd with mixed emotions. He became extremely happy and utterly sad at the same time. Utterly happy because Zain’s first crush and his childhood best friend was back in town.. Utterly sad because although he loved her,Zain got into a relationship with his classmate after shiza left the country. As she was back, Zain knew deep down, it had something to do with him, but he wasn’t as yet ready to deal with all the drama. He sure did love Shiza. But he also loved Hina! More than life!


To find out what happens next, stayyy tuned to: I'M ZAIN! 

Tuesday 9 July 2013

Bradley and Nightmares!

So this one time, I had a very intimidating nightmare that was very upsetting . I woke up all sweaty, heavily breathing and with watery eyes. For a day or two, I was still pretty uncomfortable  about the dream as it was the first of its kind. My brain was all messed up and making me overthink about it. But since i was very upset, I decided to tell this dream of mine to my best-friend, M. The dream I saw started when I entered a big mansion (which had an office too) all dressed in formal, holding my resume' and documents. I think I was there for a job interview. In the waiting area, there were two other girls, fairly younger than me and more prettier than me (im not saying im pretty though). We all talked a bit about how we all wanted the job at any cost. Suddenly the door opened and a very very very very handsome man came out, smiled and said, "you all can come inside". Before going back inside, he caught my eye, and smirked at me with a crooked smile. *HEART ATTACK* :D We all followed him inside and he walked back to his desk and sat on a huge ass chair. He proceeded, "There's a room for your preparation. Go on.." and with that we three walked into a small room adjacent to his office. I did not know what was happening though (clueless as always). In the room there were three armchairs on which there were some clothes. i walked a little closer to examine, and when i realized what it was, i was like like "WOAHHH. HOLD ON THERE! LINGERIE? HE GOT US FRIGGING LINGERIE? :O THAT'S FUCKING INSANE, THIS MUST BE A MISTAKE! I'M HERE FOR THE JOB! WHAT IS THIS! WUTTTTTT!" and one of the girl there was as horrified as me. the other was simply like,"Big deal. don't you know, to get the job, we have to do this. he is a vampire and he can make us do whatever he pleases... like it or not, there's no way outta her" and we were like "Wait WHAT??????? A VAMPIRE? YOU HAVE GOTTA BE SHITTING US!"



and that was it, me and the other girl started bawling like idiots. I must have been really loud, cause after a minute he came inside, and said in a husky voice, "I thought I told you to get prepared".
I started shouting at him that we weren't going to be his little toys and that he should let us all go cause the girls were very young. and he just stood there, smirking and spoke again,
"Tell you what, im going to let them go, if YOU stay here forever". *DIES* THERE WAS NO FRIKING WAY I WAS GOING TO LIVE WITH A VAMPIRE! but then again I saw the little girls crying face and I was bound to say yes.. he let them go and well. I was left alone with him, for him, and well, he did nasty stuff. HE WAS A VAMPIRE BHUI! and well yeah that is it.

The first thing M asked me after i was finished with the dream was, "WHO WAS THE GUY? SOUNDS LIKE A HUNK, MAN". I didn't know who he was.. Till days I tried to put his image together. Then one day, i was watching THE HANGOVER and it struck me hard like a bullet in my chest. My heart stopped, and I started to drool. Yes ladies and germs. The Vampire of my dream was none other than, BRADLEY FRIKING COOPER!

hahah! I literally died when I saw him and, I mean, The feels were out of this world! It was the first time I ever saw him, like ever. and it was in a very kinky dream. haha. though he was a vampire, but at least he was MY VAMPIRE :"D *DROOLS*
but I forgive him for haunting me in my dreams.
and since the day i found out about Bradley Cooper, I've been super obsessed with the guy :") oh. and we're getting married one day okay! :) sshhh! its a secret though ;)

Monday 8 July 2013

Im famous in my La-La Land :)

Hi :) welcome to my lala land! (i mean my blog. please dont judge me) According to a recent survey carried out by me, i found out that 90 % of the times, i have no idea what is going on around me. Im like so frigging good at being clueless, I can be like the mayor of the clueless town! But being clueless is not the only thing im good at! i'm like super good in imagining things. and obsessing over silly thing. like, cheese. I LOVE CHEESE! there are so many types of cheese in the world, that sometimes, it make me cry in joy :D and i mean for real. i'm not being cheesy, honestly (PUN PUN PUN). Cheese make my world go round and round and upside down. No, literally. When I see people around me, eating cheese or anything that has cheese in it, i go GAGA and stare like a homicidal pedophile that wants to eat children. kind of like this.


I'm not weird. Not at all. um maybe a teensy bit. but blah. Did i mention I love Penguins to death? like serious wala love? No? did you all notice the penguin widget i have on the blog's left corner? Its so adorable, that it made me cry. Don't judge me. I'm a girl. we cry at everything... just see thiss!


FUNNYY RIGHTTT!? I die laughing everytime i see this :") Y'know what's amazingly weird about me? My undying love for ZOMBIES! YES ladies and germs. I LOVE ZOMBIES! As y'all would have guessed by now that i have a very powerful imagination, I should probably tell you that i sometimes imagine what will happen if a Zombie Apocalypse really hits the world and people i know will turn into dead shiznits, and people i don't like turns into ferocious dead beast too? I will definitely be the surviving one for sure (well, in my imagination of course). I sometimes imagine being the toughest zombie hunter in the post apocalyptic days :P (though im the laziest person on the planet earth) jokes jokes. stop laughing.


Oh. I have a secret y'all! i kind of did something last summer. I started writing a book about zombie apocalypse in PAKISTAN! and well, its going great so far. but here's the big deal... i went to Karachi Literature Festival and met MOHSIN HAMID!! The writer of MothSmoke, The Reluctant Fundamentalist,and How to get filthy rich in Rising Asia. and well, i told him how im struggling to get it done, and who will actually publish a 17 year olds book.. and well, HE LOVED MY IDEA! THE MOHSIN HAMID LOVED MY FRIKING IDEA! AND BETTER YET, HE TWEETED ABOUT ME :D and i was like :
OMFG NOWAYYYYYYYY :D
Everyone i know, was super proud at me and well yeah. I WAS DYINGGGG! when he tweeted that, he said to me "Wait , Let me tweet this to the world" and i was kinda hoping for this next: :P


haha. a girl can dream. after like a week or so, i got around 200 more followers on twitter and i was totally flabbergasted when some people out of nowhere asked me about how my book was going :') it felt heart warming.. and i felt a little famous-ish. yes. Famous-ish is a word, thankyou. Then suddenly one day. a guy tweeted me that he heard about me on a radio show :O I was like WUTT!? WUTT?! WUTTTTT! dead. then he sent me a soundcloud link to it. MOHSIN TALKED ABOUT ME ON A RADIO SHOW :O though for like only a minute, BUT HE DID TALK ABOUT ME! check it out.. skip it to 41:40 https://soundcloud.com/cityfm89/coffee-republic-webcast-with?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=facebook&utm_content=https%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fcityfm89%2Fcoffee-republic-webcast-with and then i knew. my life is going to get better if i work on being more awesome! and that is what im doing, and that is what im going to do till the end. IM GOING TO BE MORE AND MORE AWESOME! :P (just try to handle the fake sweg please?)

Mademoiselle Rant-A-Lot. :)


Supp, people of the world!? Mon nom est Wurduh. and i just made a BLOG!! YAAAYYY (not really excited though) jk. I'm like dying with excitement!

I've never considered making a Blog to showcase my weird thoughts and stuff. But yeah, everything certainly do have a first. So BEHOLD! My first Blog! Though my views about Blogging were a bit different before, I mean, Why do people even make Blogs? Why do they write so much stuff and don't really give it a thought that out of the 7 billion people of the world, who will actually consider reading one's blog? Hardly Four maybe? including your mother and father who will not get a single thing you wrote, and maybe your best friend and your guy/girl friend that will praise you no matter how shitty and senseless your blog is? Yeah.. those were the questions that haunted me for a long time. but then again, who am I to judge them bloggers.

So Instead of getting creeped by my own questions, I decided to find the answers myself, and make my own blog and write totally irrelevant shit to calm me a bit. Because I'm a kind of a person who talks a lot, and rants about pretty much everything I come across, Blogging can be a kind of stress relief for me, y'know, without hurting someone emotionally or making my friend gape for air when I go on and on about my silly little problems. so. Here It Is. Hallelujah.