Author: F. Zahra Yoonus

This interview was conducted on behalf of Merak Magazine.

Why Write?

imageByF. Zahra YoonusJune 6, 2020
Writing is more than just penning down your thoughts on to a piece of paper. It is the snippets of one’s mind that’s bound to change – or touch other minds. Writing is a passion that’s perceived as art at its finest; the art of stringing up raw, impending words together,

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The Start of a Love Story

imageByF. Zahra YoonusFebruary 1, 2020
When I’m walking down a beach all by myself, I like to imagine the waves ushering to themselves, flowing back and forth, like a swing. I had a wooden swing, but it’s gone too. I feel serenity in the cold air around me, so I pull on my cardigan and pull my phone out. I […]

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A Fear Called Love

imageByF. Zahra YoonusJanuary 14, 2020
The thing that scares me about love is that you never know when you’ll fall into it. Your hearts gets attached immediately, but love, darn it, love is different. You fall into it ever so deeply and the person you love gradually becomes a part of you, all at the blink of an

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Memory of a Laugh

imageByF. Zahra YoonusDecember 9, 2019
You walk down the grim hallways, and see yourself laughing around with your friends in a corner. You see the smile radiate and you smile too. You look above and see the date. 4 years ago. Suddenly, your smile fades away as your eyes shift down and tears well up. You turn to

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Withering Red Rose

imageByF. Zahra YoonusJune 15, 2019
I was a fine red rose with roots not so deep and thorns not so sharp, built of store-bought seeds and the water that the hose would feed. I was not tendered and I was delicate. When winter would come, I would freeze for all that I lacked, And I would become a withering rose.

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Holding back

imageByF. Zahra YoonusMay 22, 2019
Caught me by my wrist, held it tight, a halt from climbing up those stairs, that felt like eternity. Watched me stand and stare, as everyone walked ahead of me, looking at me pitifully, and then snickering later on. One day, I stood up, fought for myself, and you let go, but

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