Oversized Snow White

Long, long time ago, there live a King and a Queen, in a far, faraway land. They lived a carefree and a delightful life, though some part of their life was empty. As empty as dark clouds which ominously covered the sky but wouldn't release rain to soothe the parched earth. They felt empty because they had no daughter. Though they had tried many, many different methods to overcome their problems, but neither of it was a success. They were afraid to face another failure, thus they gave up.

Once upon a time in midwinter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, the queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood. As she sewed she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful that she thought to herself, "If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood in this frame."

The fairy Godmother heard her wishes and grant it because, in order for a fairy Godmother to grant wishes, she would need fresh blood as an offering to the Satan. Soon afterward, she had a little daughter who was as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as ebony wood, and therefore they called her Snow White. And as soon as the child was born, the queen died, she died of giving birth. How devastating....

366 days had passed since the funeral of the queen (since it was a leap year).

The King had remarried. She was a beautiful woman, more to like, a damsel in distress, but she was proud of her non-lasting beauty (she was a human after all, filled with lust.) and she could not stand it if anyone might surpass her in terms of beauty. She had a magic mirror, the mirror could tell anything you ever wanted to know. (more to like, the second Wikipedia in that era. She could've use it for knowledge or to improvise the kingdom or whatever instead of worrying about crap)

Every morning, she stood before it, looked to herself and said,

       Mirror, mirror on the wall,
       Tell me,
       Who's the fairest of them all?

Allegedly, the mirror answered,

       You, my Queen, are the fairest, of them all.

She was satisfied because she knew that the mirror won't tell lies.

Years passed by, and Snow White grew up to become a sweet, lovely, beautiful girl. Her hair was a rich shade of ebony. It flows in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, emerald-green and seemed to brighten up the whole world. A straight nose, full lips - a picture of perfection.  Had she smiled, the world would sigh in contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her.

The morning rays shone. Again, the Queen with her daily routine, stood before the mirror, and said, 

       Mirror, mirror on the wall,

       Tell me,

       Who's the fairest of them all?

The mirror answered,

       

       You, my Queen, are the fairest, of them all. (....)

       But snow white is, I'm afraid, a 1000 times fairer than you.

The queen took fright and turned yellow and green with envy. From that hour on whenever she looked at Snow White her heart turned over inside her body, so great was her hatred for the girl. The envy and pride grew ever greater, like a weed in her heart, until she had no peace day and night.

Then, she summoned a huntsman.

       Your duty is to kidnap Snow White for me. Bring that girl here. And i'm giving you 24 hours to   settle this thing up, at all course.

       (oh bummer, jealousy can really blindfold a heart!)

And thus, the huntsmen obeyed. He embarked on a journey in search for Snow White.

23 hours had passed by, a knock on the door was heard at the main entrance of the castle.

      Your majesty, I brought Snow White at your command.

The Queen smirked. She knew that she would regain her title as the most beautiful woman in this world again. Snow White wouldn't stand a chance to be the nominee, even.

      Oh Snow White, you're gonna live here with me. Aren't you ecstatic to be living here with me, in this paradise?

Snow White was confused, she was unsure of the Queen's hospitality towards her. And why was it so sudden?

      

      Snow White, I knew that you're an orphan... and now I'm offering a chance for you to be my adopted child. You deserve a better life rather than the cruelty of this world...

'That seemed legitimate.' Thus, Snow White accepted the Queen's offer. (After all, who wouldn't want to live in the castle?)

Thus the Queen locked Snow White up in the attic. She was forced to eat meals 15 times a day and she wasn't allowed to bind with nature again. Poor little Snow White.

Soon she became overweight... and obese. She was no longer a small, petite little girl, but an oversized Snow White.

Again, the Queen with her daily routine, stood before the mirror, and said,

       Mirror, mirror on the wall,

       Tell me,

       Who's the fairest of them all?

The mirror answered,

       You, my Queen, are the fairest, of them all. 

Unsatisfied with the mirror's answer, 

       Are you sure? Final answer, I'm afraid?

The mirror answered again,

       Yes, my Queen. For you are the most beautiful woman ever existed.

                                                                  

                                             ~The End~

Memories Cherished

I'm more than proud to say
"I'm a Khattabians"
"and i'm from SM Sains Banting"

thanks for the memories.

-n.a.

Part I

She was a student from the Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland. She was one of the top scorers. Right after the SPM result (widely known as O-level) was announced, she was offered to further her studies there, under full scholarships. Ever since she was a timid, little girl, she'd been dreaming big. It was when a typical girl around her age would've been dreaming to be in Disneyland, she'd been dreaming to be a doctor, to serve the country, to serve the people in need. And God answered her prayers, the Almighty. So, there she was, struggling hard to be at the top, because being under a sponsor means that you'll have to achieve more than anyone else, or you'll be kicked out. She wouldn't want it to happen, because on her shoulder, she was carrying her parents' dream and hope... She knew that she had to make it, amidst those painful journey, sleepless nights, there was a ray of sunshine. When she knew she was at her worst, or she was about to give up, she'd be silently saying... "Allah SWT is with me. Every steps that I'm making now is a jihad towards you. Every stream has its ebb"

      RCSI, St. Stephen Green, Dublin

     Ireland, IE

     -photo from Google street view

It set her life on a new course.
Her life was a constant challenge,
Was a constant struggle.
Pursuing her dreams... that kept her strong.

"If beggars were horses, beggars would ride."

"I'll be there... wait for me."

Let me..

O Allah the Almighty
Please
Send me here
Let this be
My destiny

A fresh new beginning
Away from everyone i've ever cared about
Starting over a new life
Experiencing new things
Forgetting all the pains
Explore & Travel

InsyaAllah.

Cinderella

"was it a nightmare?"

She woke up, drenched with sweat.
The nightmare wasn't the worst part...

The worst part was... It was a reality.

It take years to heal what has been broken in seconds.
Her life shattered. Everything seemed to be falling apart.

Her life could've never be regained,
the same way as before.

The accident which had sent her parents straight to the grim reaper.

Little that she knew that her life was going to be ended up in that way.

She'd to live with her stepsisters, and her evil-wicked, stepmother. They had took everything.... more than just wealth, they had treated her as a slave.

"Cindy! the breakfast need to be done in 5 minutes! do you hear me clear???"

"Cindy! clean my bedroom! i don't wanna see any speck of dust, not even on the hidden part of the floor!"

"Cindy! plait my hair for me!"

"Cindy! polish my shoes for me!!!"

'Cindy this, Cindy that, Argh!!!!!' She couldn't take it any longer.

She was the modern day Cinderella. People addressed her as Cindy for short.

If only killing was not against the law. She wouldn't mind to be the first to start a chainsaw massacre, in her own home. 

'is it still a home for me now?'

She believed in happy ending. She believed that God had planned everything out for her. All that she had left was; to wait.

Wait for as long as she could.

She descended down in to the dining hall and she prepared some hearty breakfast. It took her less than 3 minutes to prepare everything. The daily routine went on....

Her meal was usually some bread crumbs... if there was any. She had grown anorexic that her bones could be seen protruding under her skin.

She grew thinner and thinner each day.

But for her stepsisters, they had grown obese. All they could ever think was no more than just eating and laze around, all day.

'hah! sokay! be obese and faster may you bitches die!' 
She had a thought.

Her torturing became worse and worse each day.

'Til one day, she'd grew so sick and mad.

She'd stopped hoping. She wanted to gain revenge.

She knew, she would be happy;
if only, she was on the other side of the world, with her parents.
Living a carefree life;
In heaven.

She'd became so mad that her hallucinations started to become real. She'd hallucinate her life saviour, in a form of a Prince. He was her everything. He had this perfect, chiselled figure of a man, olive-coloured hair,emerald green eyes. He was her vaccine,her drug,her ecstasy.
Together, they had 'planned' to end her stepfamily's life.

It was around 12 am.; the moon was glowing a magnificent glow, half crescent and half orb.
She knew it was going to be a perfect night.

Goosebumps.

Midnight air came out of nowhere... It was icy-cold; heart her was throbbing fast inside her.

'i will end this shit'

In minutes she'd started the chainsaw massacre.

Her stepmother and stepsister's abdomen was... 'diced' up to bits.
Blood splattered everywhere in the bedroom. She could see nothing, but just... gooey blood.

The smell of the blood made her satisfied.

'hahahahahahahahhahahahahahaha. you'll have to pay misery, with miseries!'

She'd regained her satisfactions. it was a bliss!

But she'd never be free from law.

She was sentenced for death... and now she was really living her dreamland. The other side of the world. Her tranquility.

'O God, return to me salvation'






Now. take a look at the sky. Is there any girl who's smiling and waving at you?

*i wrote this for my trial SPM and i've obtained 43/50 :) the storyline was a bit different. It was a one-word essay entitled 'shoes'

Midsummer Murderer

She tiptoed into the room gently.
Gust of wind suddenly blew strongly from the cracks of the window.
It sent shiver down to her nerves.
She was really confused.
Should she, or shouldn't she?

She'd been hiding a meat-chopper knife behind her back.
She took it out slowly, and gently.

Every muscle in her body wanted a revenge.
She was real mad.
Adrenaline rushed.

With a single force, she pierced the metal into his small intestine.
The metal grazed into his body fiercely.
Blood came out oozing.
His small intestine came out dangling.
Just like sausages, fresh and red.
The lilac bed sheet was soon, was drenched in thick liquid,
of blood.
The metallic tang outlaws the whole atmosphere.
He laid in his death bed,
in gory.

She was out of control.
She'd just wanted him to suffer...agonizingly.
Nothing more.
She was really heartless,
And mad.

And now..
She'd gained her revenge.
She'd swear to make him suffer.

"Thank you for the memories. It will never... fade away."

The next day, the locals were utterly stood dumbfounded with the news,

"A teenager, 18 years old, chopped into 16 different body parts. Other 13 parts are still missing"

-a report from Kolej Matrikulasi Selangor

She'd meticulously hid,
Every single alibi,
That made it plausible,
For the police to solve the crime.

She walks away.
And she was more than satisfied.

"Thank you again.. for teaching me,
the meaning of life."

"I still.... love you"
"it's painful to see...
you're with the one who's making you happy...
and that, the person, is not me"

"You're gone now.. rest in peace, my dear."