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It is exciting to see people with talent and the will to write joining hands to create beautiful art and literature.

That being said, I announced last year that Beyond Sanity Publishing is accepting submissions for a paperback anthology of the best work submitted. Last date to submit was May 31st. So right now I am going through hundreds of different poems and stories to see what comes where. I will announce the final list on In July!

So that leaves us with little over a week. way too much to do, so little time. Beyond Sanity Publishing is currently working on the following projects:

  • The Youth Of Pakistan by Hafiza Noor.ul.Ain
  • Psychaotic by Irum Zahra (2nd Edition)
  • The Tales of Crucified Blunt by Areesh Fatmee
  • Five Wishes and the prophecy of the prince by Faran Kiani
  • Out of the labyrinth by Zoha Hidayat and Saja Ali
  • Reneging Quiescence by Dr. Samiha Zubair
  • Eliminating Riba- A Way Forward by Summan Waseem

Many other projects are in pipeline as well, including my personal favorite, Humans of ICG. I studied in Islamabad College for girls for 12 years and it was a long long time. I learnt so much and I went through so many emotional changes during that time. ICG was and is a place where we made friends, had endless gossip sessions, motivational pep talks sessions, Oh and the students week was the best of all. Funfairs, concerts, book fairs. What was not there?

Sadly, not me anymore. Everyone graduated and then their sisters are there and their cousins and the cycle goes on. The story goes on. So I decided to make a Facebook platform where everyone who has attended ICG can submit a story of their time in ICG and other students can read and share and relate to the same things. This project is lead by Maham Fatima, an excellent student of ICG and a very important member of Team Beyond Sanity.

We have also started a giveawayEnter Here! winner will get a free BOOK from us and an Eid gift! How cool is that. 

Then, we are currently taking submissions for book reviews ans marketing. If you’re already a published writer, let us help you in promoting your work to our audience.

Highlight of this week is Noor.ul.ain’s National Television Interview, that you can watch Here.  We are so proud of her. To order her book, please drop an email at beyondsanitybooks@gmail.com

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The Tales Of Crucified Blunt

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Mirrored Voices: Emerging Poets Anthology

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Mirrored Voices: Best New Poets

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Mirrored Voices: Best Contemporary Poetry

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She claimed to have fallen for me,
everyone at the college said so.
I was not sure.

I saw her eyes,
when they were on mine
were transformed
into a brightest star I once saw
from the roof of my home
oh my humble home
The smallest place to dwell
and I heard a bell!
she only loved
my borrowed clothes,
my stolen boots,
My shiny watch
from a wealthy cousin,
A charity gift.
she only loved
An image of mine
I let it pass….

on February 12th her friend told me
That she was expecting some gift from me
I madly made a wretched decision
to buy the reddesd cherries for her
To show my passion and profess my love

I started saving some notes,
stole some more,
counted all my previous dough
To give her on February 14th,
The reddest cherries of them all,

One night before that fateful day,
my mother went all funny, I say
and asked for my precious money
I asked her, why?, she did not tell,
I declined but ‘nothing’ she uttered

Next day I saw a heinous sight,
My mother’s body in sunlight.
Drenched in a pool of red
half dropping from her bed.
the color of her vomits
was the Pure and Red
I threw my money but
Kept my promise
of giving my love
The reddest cherries.

She accepted them with my apology,
They were pressed on my way to her
In red she was dressed
The juice dripped from her lips
which were tightly pressed.

I saw her as my eyes flood
drinking up my mother’s blood.

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Iqra Aslam for Beyond Sanity Publishing

Artwork by Maham Batool

I stared at the intimidating skyscrapers; it felt like they were closing in on me. I, coerced by an impalpable battle of letting my worries go, swilled down my white mocha chocolate heartily. Somewhere between the tanginess of being an alien and unnoticeable intermittent twinges of homesickness, I tried to exchange smiles with the passing people. The wafting smell of Biryani from a nearby diner made its way through my nasal cavity, triggering my olfactory lobes waking the lately buried memories of my homeland. Somehow, I took control of my unbridled emotions and nostalgia, yelling to myself

“This is it”.

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Shamama Shabbir for Beyond Sanity Publishing

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Beyond Sanity Publishing Started its journey last year to help writers from all over the world and mainly Pakistan.

A mix of traditional and self publishing, Beyond Sanity Publishing is now representing 6 writers and will add 10 more this year.

Areesh’s book, The Tales Of Crucified Blunt, is available worldwide in 12 countries including Pakistan in both Kindle and Paperback formats.

We interviewed her this week to make our readers known about her poetic journey and life aspirations.

Here we go,

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When did you write your first piece?

I believe I was born into writing. Writing the first proper piece? I guess it was around 5 years back. When I first intentionally decided to write something that was formed from my soul.

What is writing to you?

Writing is like xanax to me. Xanax? Tranquilizer of course!

Writing for Pakistan. How does that feel?

Humble enough. The satisfaction you get when you realize that there is sweat and blood you have contributed also for the welfare and well being of this country, is worth the struggle.

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Name your favorite authors?

Favorite authors or favorite speakers? I guess they are the both. My favorite authors are Nemrah ahmed, Ishfaq ahmed, Khalil jibran, J.K Rowling, Charles bukowiski.

How much does support of family matters?

Being a girl and an artist, family support really matters a lot. The confidence an artist needs is like fuel to the engine for its proper and efficient working. When you know that some people are there for you always, who have your back, you feel relaxed and assertive.

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Where do you stand in the next 10 years?

I see myself striving hard for the upgrading of “The Reading Utopia”, the platform I am going to establish for the youth, where I will provide them maximum opportunities to learn about literature and show their talent and to give them enough motivation to work hard.

How is being a girl writer helping your life?

Art is not limited to any gender at least that is what I believe. As far as it is concerned about how it helps me? Then I will have to mould the statement that how is it helping other girls? I guess by looking at the amount of confidence in me gives them the ample amount of motivation required for expressing the talent and reflecting the emotions in art. Gives them the right direction for the flow of their energies.

Where do you get your inspiration?

For and artist the inspiration comes from everything around you. Even the tiny bits of rocks play the biggest roles in the path of an artist’s progress. My inspiration is my life. However, the people who played an important role in inspiring me is Sir Qasim ali shah, Sir Umair Jaliawala, Ma’am Muniba Mazari.

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What projects are you working on?

I am right now working on a collaborative project with My Mentor Nemrah Ahmed and there are many bigger plans on which I am researching to make them effective and amazing. Also, I am working on establishing The Reading Utopia, platform for the welfare of youth.

Say some words about Beyond Sanity Publishing?

Beyond Sanity Publishing is an amazing place to have your books launched from. Though, you will have to face some shortcomings but experience of working with this reputable place is indeed a worthy experience. Three cheers to Beyond Sanity Publishing!!

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You left
When there was silence instead of laughter
And agony instead of peace
You left
When you had to nibble over the bits of words I spoke…
Whilst you preferred to choke over the long conversations
You left
When there was exasperation instead of affection
You left
When you found a hollow space to sink in with me
And not a beautiful meadow to walk
You left
When you saw my demons winning
And the terrible fears harassing my soul
You left
When you could no longer find a reason to laugh
While I was losing all the cards to live
You left
When you had to pull me from the dungeons
And thought you were the one on edge
You left … and never came back…
Or maybe it was I who made you go
And never called you back
But I could still hear the whines and calls
And full moon awful nights echoing with whimpers
You left and never came back
Or maybe I made you go and never called you back
But it was never a loathed relation
There was love not abhorrence
It could have been sorted and managed
And the agony and burn could have been healed
There had to be tears and complains and fights
But there was a dying sun waiting to be called back
You left and never came back
Or maybe I never called you
But now its too late and too dark honey
There is just this phoenix sitting on the old oak tree
Shedding the golden teary diamonds making the clay freshen
And as the moon comes out to brighten my land
There is a crane sitting alone just on my side
And the breeze blows bringing along evidence and white musk
An autumn leaf from the oak tree
Or a dead black rose from the bush
Settle on the tombstone and burn
You left and never cam back
Or maybe I never called you
You left
When there was no me and just a tombstone to sit beside
When there was regret and no sign of gratitude.

Poem By Areesh Fatmee For Beyond Sanity Publishing

Come honey,
There is no good going to happen alone.
Together, we can live the disaster.
Alone its going to be a dreadful trauma.
Come love.
There is no light in these dungeons,
Together we can walk with our eyes closed.
Alone I stumble over my fears now and then.
Come sweetheart.
There is no sleep and no peace.
Together we can keep awake all night.
Alone my soul is paralyzed.
Or maybe you can stay where you are.
Whilst I dread about the omens.
And with the illusions and imagination
Or maybe you can let the potion of hate drowning my body.
Or you can live happily with joy and euphoria.
But there is no living here with me .
I mean you took away my life .
So you can come back my love and enjoy the frames of my miseries
Or you can put the rose at the tombstone and laugh away the pain.!

Areesh Fatmee For Beyond Sanity Publishing