Prose
In This Godforsaken City
The sole meaning of life is to serve humanity. ― Leo Tolstoy We live here. In this city. A Godforsaken one. We live
The sole meaning of life is to serve humanity. ― Leo Tolstoy We live here. In this city. A Godforsaken one. We live
I have examined the night sky. Seen appear the moon, stars, and meteors. During winter’s freeze, Orion, lost in Crete, stands tall, his belt tight,
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
In the cooling air of the lingering dusk, the flames from the fire-pit clawed higher The steps to the wood-rack, heavy and slow, retrieving
Sure, I screwed up somewhere along the line. But at least I held onto this guitar, even if I can’t afford new strings. And I
I tell myself, the moon will rise from darkness. – Mahmoud Darwish Everybody around including near/dear ones, are concerned for your well-being. Unless,
My heart is forever young A divine hymn to be sung I love everyone and always forgive As twice as I take, I always give
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
Is it wrong to wear my dress above my knees? Or is it right to be bold? If the latter is right why is the
You perceive one of your unique hidden talents, something that you’re extremely passionate about and really good at from within yourself, work on it in
This society will always comment about you and your works, Sometimes your dear ones too will deny your talent, They may warrant that you are
The boy shivered when I kissed him, He said love does not kill Death does And death comes in many ways. That night was his
With a heart heavier than the dress she wore that day, she walked up to the beautifully adorned stage that awaited to glow as she
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at