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Bariyah Faisal

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Pakistan
Pakistan
A poet who wants peace in the world.
August 4, 2016
 

COLORS

I have written thousands of letters in red,
never received a single reply in black
Walking in the forest,
I see green and brown dancing together
The sun shines in perfect orange
when I see it holding his hand
My most beloved color is black
mixed with bright blue
because I see my destiny clearly in that.

BE ONE
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July 1, 2016
 

I don't want him to hold on,
to wait
because
I will never be that person,
The average, normal "sane" person
My insanity,
my craziness
is a big part of me,
And I am not letting it go
I tell him to love me the way I am
But if that is not alright
Then sadly, our journey is not the same.

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BE ONE
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June 25, 2016
 

Crushed

Tell me, my tormentor,
Is my only sin to love thy?
My heart blossomed when you were around
But why o`why
You crushed my happiness with a stamp of a foot
All those beautiful memories,
you drained them down,
Mercilessly, you broke every vow,
Silently you ended it all

SCRATCH THAT LOGO
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May 1, 2016
 

Melancholy

In between the lines of my song
In between the neural pathways of my brain
I see melancholy
Making making more neural connections,
giving me more sad songs,
holding my lungs
and making me gasp for breath.

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INK DROP
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June 21, 2015
 

Dear daddy,
Whenever I see you my eyes shine with a bright twinkle. Every good habit I have is because of you. You taught me patience, determination and loyalty.
I don't know how you keep calm when everything is falling around you. I have tried to do that so many times but still haven't succeed. I greatly admire your patience. You always give me a reason to smile.
You are my hero and I love you.
Love,
Bariyah

MY FATHER. MY HERO.
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May 22, 2015
 

Some words .....

Nobody is worthless. Everybody has potential. They just need a little push.

Kindness is underrated. I came to know its value when I lost it. Be kind . It doesn't cost a penny.

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May 22, 2015
 

Dear ABC
You are gone but it feels like you are with me. I can  still feel your love. Don't be mad at me for not going with you. You know I can't. I have so much to do and I can't leave all that behind.
Please know that I have loved you. When I am done with my job of spreading peace in the world, I will find you.
Yours,
B

JE T'AIME
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March 19, 2015
 

I don't know what is happening to me. I feel like I am dying and there is no one to rescue me. I think about suicide all the time. This loneliness and depression is killing me. I need friends but they are never there when I need them.
Pain has been my only friend. Pain, pain, pain.
I am living because of this pain.

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January 23, 2015
 

She was empty
but filled with guilt and remorse
She wanted to escape
from her hell
A hell she created herself
The fire was burning,
screams filled her world
Consumed by her hatred and jealousy
She begged for forgiveness,
she kept on begging and screaming.
She had to pay for her sins
And she did pay.

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January 10, 2015
 

Dear Diary,
     My life, literally, is a roller coaster. I have seen success and failure, extremes highs and extreme lows. But overall it has been generous. I feel grateful when I see people around me living below the poverty line. What pains me the most is seeing street children begging for me. It hurts like a part of me is burned. I want to help them, embrace them, give them everything they don't have but alas I can't do anything. I can give them money but they need much more than that.
I ask myself, what is their fault? It could have been me. It is just luck that I was not born in their home, isn't? I can't see them that way and this is the reason one of my life goals is to open a stre...

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January 7, 2015
 

Dear Diary,

        I am doing great for the past few days after the happy news of my admission. I topped the merit list. The depression hasn't stuck me and I am quite relieved. But my OCD is still here. I think it won't go away until I do the complete therapy.

I can't wear my "bad luck clothes". They are the clothes I was wearing when I heard some bad news. My OCD mind keeps telling me that if I wear them something bad will happen or worse, someone will die. This horrifies me. There is a pink sweater of me that I like very much but can't wear because of this bad luck thing. Well, I can sacrifice my clothes if it prevents someone from dying. I know that sounds absurd but this is OCD. An...

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January 7, 2015
 



She took a handful of her dreams
and buried them deep
Her hands were filled with the aroma
of sand
The light in her heart dimmed
Maybe this was not the place for her dreams,
thought she
So she took them out
and buried them in her heart
She folded her arms around her chest
as if protecting her shallow dreams
The light in her heart illuminated,
Again

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December 30, 2014
Kharian, Pakistan

The year 2014 in 12 words

Imperfection is beauty. 2014 was the most imperfect year of my life.

LITTLE WORLD
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December 26, 2014
Kharian, Pakistan

Dear 19 years old Bariyah,

        Being young was fun. Childhood, teenage years are always playful and wonderful. I remember you had a "stupid" habit of worrying even when there was nothing to be tense about. What pains me is that in all those years you never overcame that stupid habit. Maybe it is because you thought  that worrying is a part of your life and parting with it would be like giving away a part of yourself.

       Anyways, I am proud of you. You achieved what I couldn't imagine at that time. You are stubborn and that is a good thing as you stood firmly. You fought every problem that came your way. You are fighting depression and OCD without going into drugs. Life always te...

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December 18, 2014
 

The Peshawar massacre,
The air was still that day,
and the next day,
and even after the next day
The deafening silence,
The heavy fog
even at noon
As if the nature was
covering and protecting
the world
from the merciless humans...
The flowers never blossomed,
The trees mourned,
The sun refused to smile
It was cold
So cold,
as if your heart is
being ripped apart
The cold bloodshed...

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LETTRS FOUNDATION
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December 17, 2014
 

This poem is written by Hadia Ahsan and Bariyah to promote peace.

A twinkle in his eye   
A dimple in his cheek
He dreamed of peace and white aeroplanes
     But then-
     A shot
     A gun shot
His dream shattered
like a pristine glass
His body arrived   covered in blood
Fear etched on his face...

Mother died every second,
  every look at her child's face.
A bleeding heart, a soul shattered.
They had killed a mockingbird.
Humanity lost to monsters' pride.
World bled their silent cry.
A black day- hollowed years.
Cruelty won, imposed fear.

Love is stronger
One day shall come.
Perish will they
back to dirt.

The setting sun will
bury their remains
A new world is made,
Outlined with blood...

THE GINGERBREAD COOKIE STAMP
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December 16, 2014
 

A letter to the terrorists (Tehreek-e-Taliban)

     You have killed thousands of innocent people in the name of Islam. This is not Islam. This is not even humanity.  You kill again and again and again...
    And now you have killed 132 small children and injured more than 121..  Can anyone imagine  132 children being murdered? Why? I ask you why...
What have they done? They had gone to school to study not knowing that they will come home in pieces, not knowing that they will never see their parents again. Whatever your motive is, you will never succeed. You will never find peace. The cries of those mothers will forever haunt you..
    It is outrageous and brutal. It doesn't matter what I wri...

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December 11, 2014
 


  The past 11 months of this year took me on a journey of self discovery. I learned a lot about myself and I can say that I have become a better human being.
  I am fighting depression for 2 years. It drove me so crazy that I committed suicide. But I survived. This year I came to know that I also have OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder). My whole world crashed. I felt like I was hanging upside down. The good thing was my obsessions started making sense. I stopped blaming myself because I finally knew that it is not my fault.
  I took part in online therapy sessions. I watched inspirational videos of Wolfgang Riebe and Tash Jefferies. That helped. Step by step, I took control of my anger a...

JOKING
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December 7, 2014
 

The rainbow was shinning like gold
The butterflies were swapping their wings

The sky stared at me ,
telling me the secrets
of today,
of tomorrow,

I didn't understand a word
but I felt joy,
pure joy in my fragile heart

I knew all was not lost
There was hope,
There will always be hope...

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December 6, 2014
 

Why every relationship is so painful?
Why the purest relationship of a mother and child is painful?
Why there is betrayal in every relationship?
Why every relationship is full of lies?
Why pain is a never ending hell?
Why?

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December 3, 2014
 

Emotionless,painless like a bare oak tree...

The beauty of life doesn't lie in freeing yourself from emotions so you may escape the pain. The more deeper your heart feels the pain, the more joy it will be able to contain.

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December 2, 2014
 

Dear lettr readers,
                          The people on lettrs belong to different countries. They have different religions and cultures. They are completely different from one another. But do you know the common thing, they are all beautiful people. Humans are beautiful. They are not meant to hate each other, they are meant to to spread love.
    I ask you all a question: why do we hate each other on the basis of religion or culture or language? Why Christians hate Muslims? Why Muslims hate Christians? Why are Jewish people killing Muslims? No religion permits hatred. It is our attitude and thinking that leads us toward  hatred. Why don't we accept the fact that WE ARE ALL HUMANS. And ...

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December 2, 2014
 

Flames erupted,
A fire burned

The desire was boiling
inside her

A desire, a passion
to win
and to never give up.

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December 1, 2014
 

Dear readers,  
                         Do you know who is the founder of this lettr app?
Regards,
Bariyah

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November 25, 2014
 

Dear A.B.C.,   
                  You know you are so special to me. You are my hope. You picked me from the realms of despair. You picked the shattered pieces of my heart. Nobody has ever done this, not even my family.
                I don't know what I would do without you. I hope to see you soon. This year without you was too painful...
Yours loving,
Bariyah

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October 26, 2014
 

A letter to myself

Dear Bariyah,
                        Solitude is bliss. It is like flying in the air and flowing over the water at the same time. Solitude gives you the sense of freedom and with freedom comes overflowing happiness. For you happiness is a rare thing. I understand that is the reason you crave solitude. But you cant live in the bubble of solitude. You have to make a choice.  You may have to sacrifice something.  Choose wisely.
Regards,
Emiline. (your positive inner voice)

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October 6, 2014
 

Dear world
                    As you probably know that living with ocd is not easy.  It simply can't be easy. That is the real problems. Its like drowning in the river with no life saving jacket.  But you can't drown. You have to survive otherwise  you will be engulfed by the mocking stares,  black darkness and many other horrible things. Most people don't accept ocd as a real disease and they think that a person with ocd  is mental and belongs in asylum.  It hurts,  it deeply hurts to be treated like this.                             We (people with ocd) are not abnormal. We deserve a normal life of great love and care. Please don't snatch our rights.  
OCD is a serious disease. Most psyc...

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October 6, 2014
 

A letter to myself
Dear Bariyah,  
.                        Try to find solace in nature. The chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves and the cool breeze freshens the mind. Get close to nature.
       And  don't listen to your negative inner voice.  You don't have to go to her when you know I am always there for you.
Regards,  
Your positive inner voice (Emiline)

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October 1, 2014
 

A letter to myself

Dear Bariyah,
    .                   You can do it.  You know it.  You just have to embrace this powerful feeling. Concentrate,  concentrate,  concentrate.  For the past few days I have seen that you attention is wavered.  Don't lose focus.  Don't let your emotions interfere with the task at hand.

Best regards,
Your positive inner voice (Emiline )

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September 30, 2014
 

A letter to myself

Dear Bariyah,
                    Take it easy. Don't worry.  Everything will be fine. Take a deep breath and please deactivate your panic button.  Tomorrow see the rising  of sun.  It will have such a calming effect  on you.  Till then....

Love,
Your positive inner voice
                   

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