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”
Category Archives: Human nature
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”
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”
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”
Corduroy
A story about an 11 year old boy’s small thoughts spurred by the feeling of corduroy fabric on his skin. A feeling that kept strangely and interestingly coming back in the form of memories and dreams at the age of twenty, the almost-age of fifty and his final year of nintey-two. A story that remainedContinue reading “Corduroy”
An Insomniac’s Morning Hours
When the call to prayer soundsand the sun’s about to rise,my thoughts restlessly dissectthis sorrow, that guilt, old lies. “I can’t keep up”, I say,“slow down and stop the mumbling!”But they answer with obtuse eloquence,lingering, rolling, and tumbling. How lucky I find those people,who are right now asleep.Their heartbeats slow and steady,their dreaming calm andContinue reading “An Insomniac’s Morning Hours”
The Blue Jay and the Red-tailed Hawk
It was rather enchanting, how I died. I was hovering above their heads when they wrote with a blue bic ballpoint pen that it was from natural causes. But I am certain it wasn’t that. We never just die from the cause; other things mark the real ending. And even then, it’s not quiet aContinue reading “The Blue Jay and the Red-tailed Hawk”
Quote
Now if only we knew that knowing is always partnered with not knowing, all would have been better than it has become. Beisan A. Alshafei May 11th, 2019
I met a boy
I met a boy. He seemed, at first, to be just a little boy whose paws smelled like a kid’s old sweaty sock after a football match, and whose skin had soft fur that knots when he gets nervous, and whose farts are lethally silent. But he taught me things, like: time is relative. ItContinue reading “I met a boy”
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