Yup! This story really hit me. There's such a powerful sense of longing and transformation in Taraneh’s journey. The way you captured her shift from confinement to freedom was so moving, and the imagery, especially the garden and the sky, felt so real and vivid. I really appreciate the depth and emotion you put into this piece. Thank you for sharing it!
Thank you Annieguile, I'm so so happy you enjoyed the story. The imagery of the garden was my favorite too. I promise I won't make you wait so much next time. 😅💕
the wait was worth it. You delivered. There's so much depth in this story, really, I'm still mulling over a few things and the realization you brought out of me. Might inspire me to write a poem. Idk but we'll see. Thank you again.
Such an amazing compliment, I was very very hesitant this morning because I felt people wouldn't be able to connect to the story. But I turned out to be wrong! I love stories for the very fact that you can add deep meaning to them, and people can view them with a unique perspective of their own. You have to write the poem Annieguile, I will be the first one to read it, I promise! 💕
Thank you for the story. Short story is a very difficult area. I think a book is easier. Nevertheless its a very nice story. So many of us are trapped in a cage and not even know! We just need to understand- What may seem impossible is not necessarily true and secondly life is so short.
On another note people have forgotten 'simple' pleasures of life. You can run around or laze around for ours pursuing a pleasure that actually you could have had much more easily & simply closer to home.
Your thoughts that are posted after the story or even more poignant than the story. You should keep writing your book and remember -you are writing it for the pleasure of writing. Its for you and the readers are important but not even half as important than your own pleasure of writing it.
Thank you, I'm really glad you enjoyed the story. It's true that often we are trapped in cages of our own making, bound by self doubt and fear. When I was growing up, I was always hung up on the fact whether readers would enjoy what I wrote. But with time I've realized the pleasure just the act of writing gives me, is greater than any other external validation.
This brought tears to my eyes. You captured the pain and the suffering of the bird beautifully. And it is true! Often times instead of the captor, our own thoughts capture us from achieving our dreams. Very well written!
This actually brought tears to my eyes, the pain and suffering of the bird was so powerfully depicted. And it is true! More than the captives we ourselves become captives of our own thoughts. So we'll put!
Thank you so much Asma, and while it may seem cringe, when I was writing Taraneh's story I cried for her too. I could feel her pain, and her desire for freedom.
Beautiful story. So relatable and symbolic of how we live. The conflict between being enslaved and desiring freedom. And all of those who still don't know... are they better off? Were we better of before? If you could choose to go back to not knowing, would you? But we can never unknow what we have learned by heart, through experience. So this awareness of something more and the fear. Fear of not arriving. Fear of more unknown. Fear of failing or death. And during the journey this risk of consuming our life with only desire and suffering when singing while searching is the stronger choice. Can we continue to sing while we fight and hope and get braver? But we can't because we are suffering. So stuck in our suffering. Until someone becomes our light. We find courage in the support of another. Others have done it. Others are doing it. If they can, I can. And we are not any less. And joining with them, we are more. Life is more. And we fly towards freedom. And this repeats itself for a lifetime. Each time we find our way, it is like hearing the sweet song of the most beautiful bird, fresh air on our face, the fragrance of rose petals in our heart. Beautiful Wajeeha. I felt it all. Thank you. ❤️
Thank you for such a heartfelt comment Danni. I'm really glad you enjoyed the story, and could see the symbolism I used in it. It's my favorite kind of writing. I think the bird Taraneh sees in the end, is a sign for her that she too can fly out into the world after all. This is how I felt when I discovered Substack, and people sharing their writing. 💕 P.S. I'm not sure how many will connect this but Taraneh means song/melody in Persian. That's why I chose the name. 😊
I was going through my old songs playlist and stumbled upon this song by Aida El-Ayoubi that somehow resonates perfectly with your story. The song mirrors the themes of freedom and the struggle to escape from the confines of a cage, much like Taraneh’s journey . Here's the original Arabic text followed by my poetic translation:
The story is quite emotional, even though the main character is a bird, not a human. It also teaches a valuable lesson: Seek new opportunities and dare to explore.
WOW! Your attention to details and the flow of the story is fascinating, I started and had to go through it all. Really touchy and also a lesson that the only thing keeping us to achieve what we want is ourselves, I wish you all the best in your writing journey and believe me you have the talent so go show it to the world!
Thank you so much, I'm really glad that you enjoyed the story. It makes me so happy to know something I wrote made people want to read through till the end! :)
What a wonderful story Wajeeha! Taraneh’s journey resonates for me as I reflect on times in my life when I felt trapped and desperately wanted to be free and finally took that leap of faith!
Thank you Danielle, I'm really happy that the story resonated with you. So many of us are trapped in cages of our own making, not realizing that we can indeed break out of them!
A beautiful story. It resonated with me on so many levels. How difficult it is to take that first step and the fear that follows you like a shadow. Sometimes, it becomes such an unbreakable wall between you and all that you're capable of accomplishing in life that you actually start looking down at yourself and lose all the confidence in the process.
All the best for your novel, Wajeeha. It will turn out amazing!
Thank you for reading Annie, and I'm so glad you enjoyed this story. I love how it made you think about the deeper meaning of our fears, and I really appreciate you taking the time to read it. 💕
Yup! This story really hit me. There's such a powerful sense of longing and transformation in Taraneh’s journey. The way you captured her shift from confinement to freedom was so moving, and the imagery, especially the garden and the sky, felt so real and vivid. I really appreciate the depth and emotion you put into this piece. Thank you for sharing it!
And oh yes, it was worth the wait.
Thank you Annieguile, I'm so so happy you enjoyed the story. The imagery of the garden was my favorite too. I promise I won't make you wait so much next time. 😅💕
the wait was worth it. You delivered. There's so much depth in this story, really, I'm still mulling over a few things and the realization you brought out of me. Might inspire me to write a poem. Idk but we'll see. Thank you again.
Such an amazing compliment, I was very very hesitant this morning because I felt people wouldn't be able to connect to the story. But I turned out to be wrong! I love stories for the very fact that you can add deep meaning to them, and people can view them with a unique perspective of their own. You have to write the poem Annieguile, I will be the first one to read it, I promise! 💕
ah a promise, okay, I will make sure to do so, Wajeeha.
Yay!!
Thank you for the story. Short story is a very difficult area. I think a book is easier. Nevertheless its a very nice story. So many of us are trapped in a cage and not even know! We just need to understand- What may seem impossible is not necessarily true and secondly life is so short.
On another note people have forgotten 'simple' pleasures of life. You can run around or laze around for ours pursuing a pleasure that actually you could have had much more easily & simply closer to home.
Your thoughts that are posted after the story or even more poignant than the story. You should keep writing your book and remember -you are writing it for the pleasure of writing. Its for you and the readers are important but not even half as important than your own pleasure of writing it.
Thank you, I'm really glad you enjoyed the story. It's true that often we are trapped in cages of our own making, bound by self doubt and fear. When I was growing up, I was always hung up on the fact whether readers would enjoy what I wrote. But with time I've realized the pleasure just the act of writing gives me, is greater than any other external validation.
This brought tears to my eyes. You captured the pain and the suffering of the bird beautifully. And it is true! Often times instead of the captor, our own thoughts capture us from achieving our dreams. Very well written!
This actually brought tears to my eyes, the pain and suffering of the bird was so powerfully depicted. And it is true! More than the captives we ourselves become captives of our own thoughts. So we'll put!
Thank you so much Asma, and while it may seem cringe, when I was writing Taraneh's story I cried for her too. I could feel her pain, and her desire for freedom.
Beautiful story. So relatable and symbolic of how we live. The conflict between being enslaved and desiring freedom. And all of those who still don't know... are they better off? Were we better of before? If you could choose to go back to not knowing, would you? But we can never unknow what we have learned by heart, through experience. So this awareness of something more and the fear. Fear of not arriving. Fear of more unknown. Fear of failing or death. And during the journey this risk of consuming our life with only desire and suffering when singing while searching is the stronger choice. Can we continue to sing while we fight and hope and get braver? But we can't because we are suffering. So stuck in our suffering. Until someone becomes our light. We find courage in the support of another. Others have done it. Others are doing it. If they can, I can. And we are not any less. And joining with them, we are more. Life is more. And we fly towards freedom. And this repeats itself for a lifetime. Each time we find our way, it is like hearing the sweet song of the most beautiful bird, fresh air on our face, the fragrance of rose petals in our heart. Beautiful Wajeeha. I felt it all. Thank you. ❤️
Thank you for such a heartfelt comment Danni. I'm really glad you enjoyed the story, and could see the symbolism I used in it. It's my favorite kind of writing. I think the bird Taraneh sees in the end, is a sign for her that she too can fly out into the world after all. This is how I felt when I discovered Substack, and people sharing their writing. 💕 P.S. I'm not sure how many will connect this but Taraneh means song/melody in Persian. That's why I chose the name. 😊
Love this. ❤️
Very good please make more
I will for sure. Thanks for reading!
I was going through my old songs playlist and stumbled upon this song by Aida El-Ayoubi that somehow resonates perfectly with your story. The song mirrors the themes of freedom and the struggle to escape from the confines of a cage, much like Taraneh’s journey . Here's the original Arabic text followed by my poetic translation:
https://open.spotify.com/track/43S1gHGrrNbM8k7X1ir5Hn?si=8909886c3f9d4f3d
عصفور طل من الشباك، وقالي يا نونو
خبيني عندك خبيني، دخلك يا نونو
خبيني عندك خبيني، دخلك يا نونو
قلتله انت من وين؟
قالي من حدود السما
قلتله جاي من وين؟
قالي من بيت الجيران
قلتله خايف من مين؟
قالي من القفص هربان
قلتله ريشاتك وين؟
قالي فرفضها الزمان
عصفور طل من الشباك، وقالي يا نونو
خبيني عندك خبيني، دخلك يا نونو
نزلت ع خده دمعه، وجناوحاتو متكيه
واتهدى بالأرض وقال بدي امشي وما فيه
نزلت على خده دمعه وجناحاتو متكيه
واتهدى بالأرض وقال بدي امشي وما فيه
وضميتو على قلبي وصار يتوجع على جروحاتو
وضميتو على قلبي وصار يتوجع على جروحاتو
قبل ما يكسر الحبس، تكسر صوتو وجناحاتو
قلتله خايف من مين؟
قالي من القفص هربان
قلتله ريشاتك وين؟
قالي فرفتها الزمان
عصفور طل من الشباك، وقالي يا نونو
خبيني عندك خبيني، دخلك يا نونو
قلتله لا تخاف اتطلع، شوف الشمس اللي رح تطلع
اتطلع عالغالي وشاف امواج الحريه بتلمع
قلتله لا تخاف اتطلع، شوف الشمس اللي رح تطلع
اتطلع عالغالي وشاف امواج الحريه بتلمع
شاف جوانح عم بتزقزق من خلف أبواب العليه
شاف جوانح عم بتزقزق من خلف أبواب العليه
شاف الغابه عم بتحلق على جوانح الحريه
قلتله انت من وين؟
قالي من حدود السما
قلتله جاى من وين؟
قالي من بيت الجيران
قلتله خايف من مين؟
قالي من القفص هربان
قلتله ريشاتك وين؟
قالي فرفتها الزمان
عصفور طل من الشباك، وقالي يا نونو
خبيني عندك خبيني، دخلك يا نونو
خبيني عندك خبيني، دخلك يا نونو
خبيني عندك خبيني، دخلك يا نونو
A bird appeared from the window, calling out, "Oh, Nuno,
Hide me with you, hide me, please, oh Nuno."
"Hide me with you, hide me, please, oh Nuno."
I asked, "Where are you from?"
He replied, "From the edges of the sky."
I asked, "Where have you come from?"
He replied, "From the house next door."
I asked, "Who are you running from?"
He replied, "I'm escaping from the cage."
I asked, "Where are your feathers?"
He said, "The wind has scattered them with time."
A bird appeared from the window, calling out, "Oh, Nuno,
Hide me with you, hide me, please, oh Nuno."
A tear fell down his cheek, his wings resting by his side,
He sank to the ground and whispered, "I want to fly, but I can’t."
A tear fell down his cheek, his wings resting by his side,
He sank to the ground and whispered, "I want to fly, but I can’t."
I held him to my heart as he winced from his wounds,
I held him to my heart as he winced from his wounds.
Before the cage could break, his voice and wings broke instead.
I asked, "Who are you running from?"
He replied, "I'm escaping from the cage."
I asked, "Where are your feathers?"
He said, "The wind has scattered them with time."
A bird appeared from the window, calling out, "Oh, Nuno,
Hide me with you, hide me, please, oh Nuno."
"Don’t be afraid, look up, see the sun that will rise,
Look at what’s dear to you, and see the waves of freedom shine."
"Don’t be afraid, look up, see the sun that will rise,
Look at what’s dear to you, and see the waves of freedom shine."
He saw the wings fluttering, chirping from behind the high doors,
He saw the forest soaring, guided by the wings of liberty.
I asked, "Where are you from?"
He replied, "From the edges of the sky."
I asked, "Where have you come from?"
He replied, "From the house next door."
I asked, "Who are you running from?"
He replied, "I'm escaping from the cage."
I asked, "Where are your feathers?"
He said, "The wind has scattered them with time."
A bird appeared from the window, calling out, "Oh, Nuno,
Hide me with you, hide me, please, oh Nuno."
"Hide me with you, hide me, please, oh Nuno."
"Hide me with you, hide me, please, oh Nuno."
"Hide me with you, hide me, please, oh Nuno."
Oh how wonderful! Love the song, and thank you so much for the translation.
I LOVE IT! Keep writing! I can't see what else you have in store!!!
Thank you so much for reading Afra, I'm so happy you enjoyed the story. I will be posting more fiction in the future, so stay tuned. :)
The story is quite emotional, even though the main character is a bird, not a human. It also teaches a valuable lesson: Seek new opportunities and dare to explore.
Thank you so much Abu jee, I'm really glad you enjoyed the story!
WOW! Your attention to details and the flow of the story is fascinating, I started and had to go through it all. Really touchy and also a lesson that the only thing keeping us to achieve what we want is ourselves, I wish you all the best in your writing journey and believe me you have the talent so go show it to the world!
Thank you so much, I'm really glad that you enjoyed the story. It makes me so happy to know something I wrote made people want to read through till the end! :)
Doors open it’s self imposed cage. There is no lock. They just told you there was a lie get out fly away.
Indeed.
What a wonderful story Wajeeha! Taraneh’s journey resonates for me as I reflect on times in my life when I felt trapped and desperately wanted to be free and finally took that leap of faith!
Thank you Danielle, I'm really happy that the story resonated with you. So many of us are trapped in cages of our own making, not realizing that we can indeed break out of them!
Wajeeha, a beautiful story that is written with so much love and heart. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you for reading Deborah, I'm so happy you enjoyed it!
I was so worried Taraneh wasn’t going to get her happy ending. I was so invested! Great story. The theme was so relevant and poignant.
I would never do that to Taraneh! I got way too attached to her while writing this story. I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed it Sheridan.
A beautiful story. It resonated with me on so many levels. How difficult it is to take that first step and the fear that follows you like a shadow. Sometimes, it becomes such an unbreakable wall between you and all that you're capable of accomplishing in life that you actually start looking down at yourself and lose all the confidence in the process.
All the best for your novel, Wajeeha. It will turn out amazing!
Thank you for reading Annie, and I'm so glad you enjoyed this story. I love how it made you think about the deeper meaning of our fears, and I really appreciate you taking the time to read it. 💕
Lovely! I’m looking forward to reading more from you!
Thank you for reading Rose! 💕