Analysis
They Don’t Like Me Because I’m a Poor Girl
I walk through the hallways of my school, head down, books clutched tightly against my chest. I can feel the stares burning into my back, the whispers floating just loud enough for me to hear—“Look at her clothes,” “She’s always alone,” “She must live in the slums.”
By Farhat ullah8 months ago in BookClub
Shine, Girl!
There was a time when she believed she could do anything. As a little girl, she would stand on rooftops and talk to the stars. She dreamed of singing in front of thousands, of writing books that made people cry, of dancing barefoot in the rain without anyone telling her to come inside. She was wild, curious, and full of light.
By Farhat ullah8 months ago in BookClub
The letter that changed everything
Tania was 28, and from the outside, everything looked perfect. She worked as a customer relationship officer at a prestigious bank in Lahore. Her hair was always tied neatly, her heels clicked with authority, and her phone buzzed constantly with updates, approvals, and balance sheets. Her family was proud. Society approved. She was “settled.”
By Shehzad khan8 months ago in BookClub
