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Plundered

The words plundered the nooks of my thoughts: I do. I become. I am. I need. I want. I have. They calcified and set themselves to tiny stones in areas I couldn’t always swim to and reach when my eyes were closed. But I knew they were there, evolving. They are there creating a lakeContinue reading “Plundered”

A Thought to Hold for a minute

Isn’t it lovely how, sometimes, even the toughest of us struggle so hard to hold back tears from falling down and laughter from bursting out? Our vulnerability differs in extent and frequency, but all of us are permeable and maybe we can even allow ourselves to say that all of us are vulnerable. No matterContinue reading “A Thought to Hold for a minute”

Dumb-founded in Happiness

Perhaps when you see someone happy it teaches you more about happiness than if you were happy yourself. You see things from a distance and you notice that actually, no, you don’t need to reach your arm out that far to attain joy. You walk into joy gleefully as if into a fluffy cloud thatContinue reading “Dumb-founded in Happiness”

Egg-Yolk Sunshine State of Mind

It was the still, sticky, egg-yolk afternoons that made her think of mothers, sisters, aunts and grandmothers. When the sun is her stinkiest, the salt dissipating from her skin and bubbles on the pores of everyone and everything she laid her eyes on, that was when cotton dresses, floral patterns, gold bands and blue stonesContinue reading “Egg-Yolk Sunshine State of Mind”

Align Yourself with the Mountains

It is some hour past midnight. You are nudged to the edge of the bed. There is no clock in the room, but you can hear the silent minutes slow down to louder seconds as you tell yourself to keep the peace in your people by remaining still on the edge.  Each present tik soundsContinue reading “Align Yourself with the Mountains”

Quote – Rest assured

And so you see the needle pierce through the cloth multiple times, as you see the rhythmic simplicity of a yellow thread being pulled through the dark fabric to make a pattern of patch a hole, rest assured.  Be fully soothed in the fact that pain is here to tailor you, to ‘fix’ you, soContinue reading “Quote – Rest assured”

Hang in There

“Hang in there”, they said.But he wasn’t hanging at all, his fingers were building a home for himself.He was climbing. If he seemed to them to be hanging, how can we tell them that it’s because he liked to live on the edge?He liked to be right where he was, in mid air.He depended onContinue reading “Hang in There”

Like Wood in a Fireplace

A voice smooth and uncoiling singing to Abdulhalim, crackling when it tried to get the high notes. Like wood in a fireplace lit on a silvery blue snowy evening on the only day of the year that the country snowed. Singing waves of crumbling notes, soothing songs of white joyful lies. Songs of motherhood. LikeContinue reading “Like Wood in a Fireplace”

The Best Breadcrumbs

“Tell me about your dreams”, his mother says.  She slices through a cool cucumber that seemed to have lost all its juice. He wants to say that he won’t eat this powdery mildew; that she will one day end up with a fungal disease if she lets her vegetables sit around the bottom drawer allContinue reading “The Best Breadcrumbs”