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Confessions Of A Terrorist By: Zeenat Hussain

Possessed by the devil,
I strode out to do evil.

With enmity written large on my face,
Somebody has to be dad in deaths embrace.

Just yesterday a child became an orphan,
And a couple were worried by the ransoms burden.

The fetters of depression behold the city,
Where everyday criminals like me enter captivity.

Karachi, Karachi of yore
Shall hot surface will not surface

Whilst I trigger my double barrel bore

About Author

Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee is a wife, mother and a grandmother. She enjoys sharing the family recipes inherited from her mother, mother in law and aunties. She shares her experiences in life by narrating them in the form of poems or stories.

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