Living in a Dystopian World

What usually happens in a dystopian novel? Some brutal government, people living under the influence of cruel leaders, rights being denied to poor, brutal deaths, and so on. And then come the great protagonists. Those who are the saviors of the weak. Those who gather other for change. Those who train, those who fight, those who strive hard, those who survive, and those who sacrifice.

How we love such novels. How we adore the strategy our heroes make?


Well, look around. Once you see a news channel, what do you hear? The same situation,

Some brutal government, people living under the influence of cruel leaders, rights being denied to poor, brutal deaths, and so on.

Look at Kashmir. Look at Turkey. Look at the people who are terrorized by ISIS and other terrorists. Look at the number of people who have died at the hands of terrorists….


When I heard about the attempted coup in Turkey, I couldn’t help noticing the strategic mind behind that. The way they attacked and captured airports and national channel. I mean they tried to take over by making a statement that they have the airports, etc.

By observing the world affairs, I reached to the conclusion that we are at war. We are all fighting for something. We  are all under fear. We are the protagonists. We are the part of  a dystopian world.


Watch me Get Over Dramatic :-p You’ll Enjoy!

I put my hands on the counter with despair. How can I be so easily tempted to something like that? I look at the counter with longing and fear. I know this decision can affect me badly. I have worked so hard for this opportunity to come. I know I should not mess with it. I cough a little to clear my throat. But what more harm can it bring to me? I have been feeling bad for a couple of weeks. I don’t think this make it any worse. Despite all the careful thinking, I want it. I want it very bad.

The more I try to fight this temptation, the more it grows. My mind is losing against my heart. I never make decisions like this, I remind myself. But it’s of no use.

Desperately, I run to my sister and ask her for advice. Her wise answer is the same as of my mind’s. I go back to where I stood first.

My mind has finally lost and my heart has won. I go to the place where the red bucket sits comfortably. I open the lid and take out a packet. A devil in disguise, I think to myself. I take a pot, fill it with some water, and place it on the stove that is breathing angry fire. I tear open the packet and empty it in the pot. The smell is so beautiful or maybe the temptation has amplified it. As soon my work gets done, I take the pot off the stove.

I tell my sister, “What can I do if I like spicy noodles? I know I have to go to university and do community work after a couple of days, but I have been going through this off and on flu thing for weeks. I don’t think spiny noodles can give me a sore throat.”

P.S: I am enjoying my spicy noodles. Yummy!!! Hey,was that dramatic enough?


The Return of the Attarians- A Short Story By a 14 Year Old

So, due to the positive response to my last post, I have decided to type, let’s say, the second chapter of this short story. For reading chapter 1, click here.

For those who are new to this story please keep in mind that I am not 14 now. Please forgive me if you see any grammatical mistakes 🙂

You can comment and tell me if you like this story and want this story to go on, or even if you don’t like it. It will make it easier for me to decide whether I should keep on writing this story or not.

The Return of the Attarians

Chapter 2

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“Why are you so angry? He looked like a good person to me,” he said.

“Well just leave this topic,” I said.

“Oh, no. I completely forgot to tell you. Your mom called. She told my mom that they are going to Newyork for some reason, so you’ll be staying here with us,” he said.

“Oh no!” I said sadly, “At least she should have talked to me about it.”

“What do you mean by ‘oh no’, Sera?” he asked me while trying to read the expressions on my face, “We’ll have a lot of fun. We can play video games, we can go for skating, we can…..”

“Yeah, but….” I protested.

“We can even go to meet that guy.What was his name?” he said, “Yeah, Array.”

“I don’t wanna go out there and meet anybody,” I said. He totally knew how to annoy me.

“Ok, then we’ll go to Serena’s house,” he said and looked at me as he was expecting a reply of some kind.

Yeah, he knew that I really liked hanging out with Serena. Excitement rose inside me.

“That will be fantastic, Joe” I remarked, “..and Serena, and Maria. It will be exciting, Joe.”

“That what I wanted you to say,” he said and smiled. “I am very tired. I just want to go to bed.”

“But I think your mom is waiting for us at lunch,” I reminded him.

“I completely forgot,” he exclaimed.

We ran towards the dining room.

“Hi, you kept me waiting for a very long time,” she said while looking at him with love.

We had a very fine conversation and very nice lunch. The lunch consisted of Italian food and his mother was kind enough to bake her special cupcakes for me.

“Let’s go to see Array,” he said as soon as we entered his room.I think it’s because of the sweet cupcakes. They have acted like an energy drink on him.

“Not again,” I whispered. A whisper that was drenched in annoyance.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing. Let’s go.” I replied.

We ran towards the backyard door. He opened the door. The backyard was replaced with a desert like place. I could see the ugly looking huts everywhere. My observation was hindered when someone suddenly touched my shoulder.

“What’s up?”

I turned to see who was that. I saw a boy of our age. He had very different features.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I am Abbay,” he replied and shifted his gaze towards Joe. Joe was a tall fair boy. He had brown almond eyes and silky brown hair. The thing that was most prominent on his face was his big round ‘Harry Potter’ glasses.

“Hey, you look interesting,” he said while his eyes moved from me to Joe and Joe to me,”I love chickens!”

“Wait, what?” I asked pushing Joe away from him.

“It’s just that I like Americans. Especially the white and fair ones.”

“Oh, I am glad to hear that,” I said trying my best to hide that I was annoyed by this encounter. “Joe! I am not feeling well. Can you come with me for a second?”

“Hello, I am Joe,” he said completely ignoring me.

To be continued…..If demanded…

The Return of the Attarians- A Short Story By a 14 Year Old

Yeah, you are right, that 14 year old was me :p (Well, I am a university student now) , and believe me there were billions of grammatical mistakes in this piece of story that I found out while cleaning a cupboard. I hope you will enjoy reading it or you’ll thinks that it’s stupid!

Hey, english isn’t my mother language. I am a Pakistani, remember. So, please forgive me for grammatical mistakes.

The Return of the Attarians


Well, what are you doing Joe?” I asked Joe as he was making a small car. He was always doing things like that and this was a thing that annoyed me the most.

“See. This car can move with a speed of 200 kilometer per hour,” he replied excitedly,”Isn’t it great?”

I didn’t like this question because I was never very interested in his little inventions, but I had to say, “Yeah, it’s fantastic.”

“I am feeling very tired,” I continued with such expressions that I knew would make him reply the same,”So, we should go to your room because you have an air conditioner in there.”

“Hmm, ok. Let’s go!” he said taking his newest invention in his hands.

His room was as scientific as he was. There were hundreds of cars, clocks, etc hanging here and there. I, myself, was quite girlish. You know, living in the world of castles, with long gowns, and hundreds of servants. I was always living in my imaginations, while he was practical.

“Please, wait here.” he said opening his backyard door.

“All right!” I replied while sitting in the couch.

“Oh my gosh!” he said. I waited for him to return, but then came a scream, “Sera!!”

I ran to the door but he wasn’t there. So, I stepped into the backyard.

“Sshh!!” came a voice. Joe’s voice.

“Why were you screaming?” I asked without giving him a chance to speak.

“I have seen ten strange people,” he replied and pointed.

“Hello,” a man came to us. His face was pale. His eyes were big, and he had wide lips. He was a feet taller than us. I didn’t like him much.

“How did you come her?” I asked.

“I’ll explain it all to you later on,” he replied with a very loud and grave voice, “By the way, I am not alone. I have many friends in there.”

“But…” I suddenly received a kick on my leg from Joe and I reflected, “Well, It’s nice to meet you.”

“I am also very glad to see the faces of modern age people,” he replied, “You two can come to our home. Our land is beautiful.”

“Thanks. Will you tell us about your land?” said Joe. I knew that he would be glad to accept such an invitation.

“Yeah, sure!” replied the man, “My name is Array. You can give my reference to them.”

I didn’t want any any more conversation, so I pulled Joe back into his room.

“You are silly,” I said,” We don’t even know who they are and what they are doing in your backyard and you..and did you pay attention to the word ‘modern age’?”

“That was very interesting!” he replied.

“Interesting? Now, what kind of interest do you have with the word MODERN AGE???” I asked angrily.

“It’s nothing to worry about, Sera,” he said trying to pacify me. He ran to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water in his hands.

To be continued…..If demanded…..

P.S: Ok. I am tired of typing and correcting this. Its like a short novel. I am just so tired today.

Please comment if you want to read more or even if you don’t.