The Creatively Frustrated

Global warming seemed like an issue Before she came And absorbed those ultra violet rays With pampers, new and improved Now available at cheaper rates Israels expansionist plans Were worth a discussion but now a days, It's mother care's sale That steals her attention Litters of urine Passed out by her baby Measure more Than the magnitude of water problems Our world is facing "to be or not to be" Is no Shakespearean dilemma my friend It's now a decision Of being or not being Exclusively breast fed Colors of stool Intrigue her more Than change of seasons Or shades of red She is a mother, alright With responsibilities towards her child But is motherhood A mere reduction of her existence To puke, poop and piss?

(This Short Story has been published in a book "Voices and Visions" A collection of short stories from authors all over Pakistan.) (Part 1 continued) She cried silently. After a few minutes, he commanded her to get up. He shook her violently, but she laid there limp. ‘If you tell about this to any one, I swear I’ll kill you and your precious Ammi!” Omer threatened. “Besides, even if you did tell nobody will believe you and every one would think you did all this on purpose. They’ll kick you out of this house!” He laughed. She was so frightened and distressed by all that had happened to her that she believed what Omer told her. She was young and naïve and didn’t understand that this was not her fault at all. She was over whelmed by the control he had over her small body. She started to cry again and at this Omer slapped her across her cheek. “Now go clean yourself up! Wash your face. And I’m telling you again, if anyone gets to know about this you know what I can do.” He l...