Bushra Khan

I cried. I think that says a lot in itself. It was the first book I read holding in my hands because all other was digital. I was so confused when my tears spilled. I am not crying person. I hold back almost everytime. I rather find myself crying in my small bathroom to hide my emotions. I don't actually know why I do it, but this book made me cry infront of my sister. My emotions made me choke, my throat tightened everytime I held back a reaction. My mother said that the book was too revealing for a 15 years old me. But it was the vulnerable truth that made the book what it is. I was searching reasons to cry as I felt myself stuffed heaviness in my heart. But I stopped exploring the ways to be sad as I discovered the treasures hidden in this book. I may not be as professional at finding the deepest meaning from the story but I for sure learned to feel sentiments from some written alphabets in sequence. I learned to wail for a characters made by a human. I told every segment of it to my sister with either my eyes flaring with anger or wet with tears. I believe this is more than enough to make you agree to read it , right?