Sakina Batool Thesis Narrative.docx

Bazeecha e Atfaal hai duniya meray aagay Hota hai shab o roz tamasha meray aagay If walls had tongues and doors could speak they would utter the stories that have been unheard for centuries. Not the tales written by the historians or the ones narrated by the courtesans. But the truth and the truth only. Well here let us first define Truth. Truth is beauty, truth is the reality, truth is eternal, truth is endless, truth is permanent, truth is continuous, and therefore truth is forever. It is truth that is the only constant, where we as common humans attach this invariable approach to time in reality it is simply the truth that is the only factual constant present. Time can be suspended whereas truth always persists. Alas! Walls only have eyes; they have been muted and are observing silently for years and years. They are static, somber and grave in unfavorable conditions and stationary, glad and blissful during favorable ones. Shrieking wordlessly in moments of downfall and dancing with joy when succeeding. Always hoping for that one ray of light, that gush of wind, the wave that would wash away the remains cleansing them. Where doors welcome the walls embrace, where doors are the guardians the walls provide refuge. It is the profound visionary power of structures that elevates them eternally. They being the guardian angels of the most treasured secrets hidden deep inside them till eternity.