The Sanniah Experience (TSE)

An Original Short Story by Sanniah Hassan. © The Sanniah Experience! (TSE)  The neem tree stood in all its majesty engulfed in mystery, like nothing Aalia had seen before. She remembered tales her Dadi used to tell her as a child — of the jinns and chudails that lived in such trees by day and preyed on vivacious young children by night, but it wasn’t a sight she had ever seen before. This neem tree brought back those memories, as if a strong wind swished across her face, making her lose her balance. She had always believed that the stories her Dadi narrated were just that — stories. Man-made tales to entertain children as mere trifles to pass the time but, recent experiences, much like the neem tree before her, begged to differ. She couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that all she believed to be true, and all she believed to be figments of her imagination were in fact an alternate reality in a parallel dimension. What struck her as the most shocking of ordeals was that she was s...

  #TSEDramaReview! Spoiler alert!   So let's talk about Ishqiya, a Pakistani drama that aired its concluding (double-episode) episode on the 10th of August, 2020. Although we had doubts about it in the beginning, the last episode was really well presented. From going full-circle in addressing all that needed to be highlighted, the ending was truly satisfying. Firstly. Hamza & Hamna though both deserving of the dangerous repercussions accepted their follies and mistakes yet, there was one thing that set them apart. Having gone through the sequence of events Hamna finally learnt that she will have to be patient in working towards redemption while Hamza stayed stuck in the 'fight for love' dilemma. There is a scene in this episode that really resonated with us and that was when Hamza's friend tells him to show restraint and questions his irrational attitude when he says, why do always have to bring in a fight? Why do you always have to talk about a fight? Secondly. We ...

© The Sanniah Experience! (TSE) By Sanniah Hassan  With or without me, You should be happy, that’s What my parents always taught me. I recalled their words as I tried to Hold my tears at bay. Today I would leave it all behind. As I stepped into another life, A new family I would leave behind my past, My web, my nest. I would be leaving behind the people I loved the most To start something new, Another family. I was wearing my heart on my sleeve, Though reluctantly, I was moving on. My heart felt like it would explode any minute, It was as if a thousand butterflies were fluttering within me, What could I call this feeling of the in-between? Being good at playing with words was of no use at all today. What can a girl do as she leaves her memories behind? What does she do, when faced with this unwelcomed change? I tried to express myself, But I found it futile. From this moment on, I would not be me, but we. I was movin...

© The Sanniah Experience! (TSE) By Sanniah Hassan   You promised me a forever A happily ever after, How crazy was I? To think you could ever tell me the truth. You ruined me for me, And for the world, I desired for myself You made me think all were Just the same, that all were you. How selfish a creature you were - But my dear I know what I’m worth, And I know that I deserve much better Then whatever  you   had to offer. So adieu amigo! I hope to Never see your  face again. I hope to soar like a bird in flight Who conquers all her hearts’ Desires… what a small word - Insignificant to some, But a world in itself for my perception. I thank you, for letting me go and breaking me, So the man worthy of me could help in healing me Because he deserves my loving more than you ever did I thank you from the bottom of my being That you showed the other side of what The world could be - Ugly! And opened ...

© The Sanniah Experience! (TSE) By Sanniah Hassan What’s in a colour? It’s just but that Why do people wish, To be white Not black? Why do some people Desire for things Not theirs Like being white, While being Black by birth Or even in rare cases -  Black when White Why are we so conscious of colour? When in our subconscious We do know  That it is anything but Colour just makes us different It doesn’t define us Doesn’t make us who we are Then why are people so conscious of colour When it matters not at large! All my life I’ve been told That I’m better And why might you ask? ‘cause I’m fairer by skin Yet I choose to believe as some few people Around the world Colour is not who I am And it does not make me, me It is just a means To recognise  me In a room full of those just like me Then why is it that people Wish to be of a colour And not be happy with What they are There ...