Who knows what happens next?

All right, so since I'm back in Pakistan and I haven't written for so long,I decided to update myself and others on the current condition of my life. I am now studying Grade 12 here and will be giving my exams in November. I hope that they go well. I met a few really cool friends in the tuition centre in which I study and it is really alot of fun. Not that I didn't have fun back in Canada but then at least I'm studying here. I will see my Dad again in November, hopefully. I have to get good grades here so that I can get in to a good medical university here. I just have to get in. It'll be all downhill from there and then it'll be ok for me. Anyways, Dad calls almost every week or sometimes 3 days. We talk to him for at least an hour, sometimes 2 hours but it's never enough because there talking to Dad for 3-4 hours on end wasn't enough. I really miss him but I guess I really have no one to blame but my own self. I am praying to God that I get good grades but He doesn't really like me all that much so if He isn't really listening to me than it's ok. I wrote this poem and it sort of reflects my moods here. I get into this kind of a mood there to but for some reason my mom doesn't realize it. It's like she's oblivious to the fact that her daughter is upset like hell. Whatever. I'm immune to it now so I get upset and rant and rave, and then wipe up my own tears, so it's all well and good. I'm waiting for something to happen like in these romantic novels that people read. The guy comes and he charms the girl and they fall in love with each other and he vows never to leave her and then they live happily ever after for the rest of their lives and he never allows her to get hurt ever again. If you, whoever you are, if you're out there then come take me away from this prison of misery to the beautiful place that I will only see when I'm in your arms.



When death knocked
On the gate of her life
Her whole childhood
Flashed before her eyes
Her parents and brother
Who are no longer by her side
Now seem nearer than
The hour that had died
When death knocked
On the door of her life
She knew her pains
Were at last going to subside
Fear evaporated from
The depth of her eyes
And light sauntered in
With a big bright smile
When death knocked
On the thread of her life
Like never before
Her heart leapt
With joy and delight
And her soul departed
With an eagerness
That cannot be described.