“I was expecting someone to pick me up when I had fallen. I was searching for shoulders to cry when I had tears in my eyes, I was looking for a home when I was homeless, I was looking for warmth when my heart was frozen. But then I failed to find anyone amidst my storms. So, now I’m rising alone, walking alone, wiping my tears alone and now I am into my own self with learned realities.”

− Aquib Ali −