By: Minahil Junaid
She used to believe
In the lies of fairy wings
And whimsical things
Things that lit up the sky
Just like on 4th of july
She used to believe
In the monsters under her bed
And every word she had read
About the hero and the villain
Until the day she saw for herself,
The monster behind the wooden shelf
That it had such glamorous blue eyes,
That she was fed nothing but lies
If only her dreams came true
Then she wouldn’t have to go through
The nightmare her life had become
And could’ve gone back to where she came from
Introducing the Prodigy Penwielder: Minahil Junaid
Meet the literary wunderkind, Minahil Junaid! At the tender age of 12, she's not just navigating the wild world of eighth grade; she's also conquering the realm of words with her exceptional talent. Minahil has been wielding her pen since her pint-sized years, and we're convinced she's destined for writerly greatness. Get ready to be enchanted by Minahil's prose and captivated by her poetic prowess. It's just the beginning of an epic literary journey
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