Farheen Ali

Student, Author

Patna, India

Farheen Ali is an Indian author and a 2nd year History student at the University of Patna, India. She grew up in different cities across India and changed schools six times until she reached 12th grade. Her maiden book 'Born & Raised On A Go' got published in 2020. If not writing, she can be found watching movies, reading, painting or simply gossiping and considers herself a decent photographer. She plans to explore more in-depth about the world of writing soon.


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Beautiful sunset

Jan 28, 2022 3 months ago

The sky speaks in a thousand colours.

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Jan 28, 2022 3 months ago

My dear universe, Thank you so much for giving us a part of you to live in, for letting us enjoy the fruits of your core. We as humans can't even imagine how grateful we should be towards you. And no doubt that YOU make life happening for us to live. Thank you for keeping an account and always balancing out the goods and the bads, the highs and the lows for every individual. You made everything align the way that I learnt something from you each and every day, I became grateful for being blessed with a beautiful life and I came across so many sides of me I had never seen. And most importantly, thank you for teaching me that nothing is permanent, neither the good days nor the bad ones. It's an unstoppable cycle. Thank you for letting me know that to commit mistakes is okay but learning from them is all we are here for! Thank you for making me realise that no one's perfect and the goal is not to be perfect, but to get better and learn each day. This is the reason I adore you so much. Thank you for lending me a part of you and thank you for teaching me life lessons no class can ever teach. Alhamdulillah for everything! ❤ Farheen

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She hears everything

Jan 15, 2022 4 months ago

Everybody is different. Some of us hear more than the others. This world is an awfully noisy place. Even the silence is deafening. As if such a thing existed for Ella. But if it did, she knows it would be striking. The world is large, but the people in it will find a way to make it smaller if you don't fit in. If you don't find a box to go in, they will find one for you. They will stuff you inside and chain it shut. Ella's world has gotten a lot smaller than it once was, but that hasn't stopped the din. It has only made it worse. These cold, desolate halls echo with screams and the locked doors bounce all of it back at her in waves. They can't escape, so they take up residency inside her mind. Scraping away her sanity. Is it possible that a place meant to house mental illness is actually producing it? She fears in her case, it is. She is not crazy, not the way they say she is. But every day she spends in this place, the more danger there is of losing herself. The constant screaming, the lunatic laughter, and the whispers.... They are driving her mad. Like a dripping tap you can't shut off, no matter how much you try. No matter how tightly she presses her hands against her ears, she hears them. If only the screams would block them out. The hissing chants come through her vents unobstructed. She has to put her desk chair on the bed and stop writing immediately. If she does not stop it right now, the nurse comes around for room checks, and she ends up with an extra dose of whatever poison they are forcing down her throat to keep her docile. Or the nurse takes down to the doctor's office where Ella would spend an hour being told that she has a condition that causes paracusia, and if she continues to act like this, she would die soon. A lecture is better than death. Yes a set of lies is still better than death. The doctor knows she is perfectly sane. He knows there is nothing wrong with her. She just can't handle a lot of noise. Her hearing is better than most people's, a lot better. It means she hears what others can't. But the good doctor won't admit that, just the way he won't admit she is not crazy. She has not even had a hearing test. That would be indulging her fantasies, and it doesn't fit into any of his notions. If she is a normal person with exceptional hearing that suffers from misophonia, it might destroy his perfectly divided and fabricated world. The door swings open quickly. It's the nurse who was expecting to find Ella up on the chair. The latter can see the disappointment in the former's eyes. That one lives for drama, whether it's gossip among the staff or in the lives of her patients. She loves it all. It makes her ten-hour shift nearly bearable and gives her something to whisper about at the nurses corner. “Journaling?” The nurse asks in a fake voice. As if anyone would believe she was that sugary sweet. “The doctor will be glad.” Ella smiles at her like a zombified dope and nod in agreement. If they only knew. If they could only read her words. Her thoughts were so powerful and strong, enough to shatter all the silence around. They would know she was onto them and their vicious plans. Onto their fake medicine and their lies. Onto the evil that happens in the dark. The stuff they don't want anyone to know. But she knows. She hears everything.


An artist

Nov 26, 2021 5 months ago

she was shattered but by some means she found solace in the slices sprinkled across the floor she's an artist in the way she composes herself back together to construct something powerful and a little more alluring than before

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The question

Oct 17, 2021 6 months ago

This is something everybody wants to know, Where is your life going to go? Will you visit the mountains or the sea? Or will life sting you like a bee? This is a question with no reply, All along the way it turns into a why...

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