The moment it was casted on me,
The fire of it burnt me, i was so lost that i had no option than to carry the pain,
The scar it gave was so worse that i couldn’t profile my face.
They thought this event will silent me
This incident will lose me,
This storm was thought by them to grant the darkness to me,
I was shattered to visualise their sympathy which turned to nestle me.
It was major episode which made me grasp,
My identity is not through my face,
My appearance cannot affect my dreams,
The imaginations, mannerisms, attributes i have are unique,
Makes me reserved for being special and an unusual treat.
-Murad
Murad's World 