Humaith Cassim – Merak Magazine

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Nostalgia

ByHumaith CassimOctober 8, 2019

We all ran the corridors together to make sure we were always ahead of the headmaster. If one did get caught, we all took the blame being ready to be held accountable for every one’s mistakes. This unity is something I was willing to give up to settle sooner. It was never a

Poetry

Unapologetically Me

ByHumaith CassimSeptember 20, 2019

She frowned into the mirror in frustration as a strand of hair kept falling off the sides of her hijab, The rest of her family contemplating on how she would find it easier, only if she was wearing a niqab. She hid herself behind the hijab as it made her feel safer, Safer

Poetry

The Last of Lines

ByHumaith CassimJune 17, 2019

I stand there by the old man that held my hand as I walked down the coast, The old man that never hesitated to put a grumpy face toward me as I run away in haste. I stand there by the old man that never failed in his sense of hospitality, And here I grew […]

ByHumaith CassimMay 3, 2019

The windows never concealed the openness unless it was tinted, The thoughts never disappeared until it was painted. Painted with the love that was once forbidden to this lost soul, Stranded in the darkness despite the lightness that lay beneath his heart. Standing

Poetry

The Fall is Coming

ByHumaith CassimMarch 19, 2019

The sun glares down on me whilst the cold in the air gives me goosebumps, The days becoming shorter leaving sunsets with less of its colour and more of the darkness of the nights. Everything is meant to change, change being consistent in life despite the inconsistency that

ByHumaith CassimFebruary 21, 2019

Abid swerved into the driveway, putting the car into park. Now for any other day, his brother Jaber would have taken it easy knowing that he can trust his brother’s driving. Today, it was different. Jaber knew that his brother was going through enough inside as he had caught

ByHumaith CassimJanuary 16, 2019

“Have you not put your phone to charge?”, she glared at him over the FaceTime although knowing he has charged his phone back and forth throughout the four-hour period of their conversation. Love does not see time nor distance, they knew, but only the true love between them

ByHumaith CassimJanuary 2, 2019

He waited till his mother went around the house chanting prayers to all his siblings before Ms. Rukhaiyah came to the front to where he was lying on the couch watching his favourite team play in the La Liga. His mother bent over obstructing a complete view of the television

Author: Humaith Cassim

Nostalgia

The Last of Lines

Lost in the Light

The Fall is Coming

A Lover’s Curse

Stargazing Across the Oceans

One’s First Love

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