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”
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Excerpts from my unfinished novel
Excerpt 1: It is inevitable that mistakes occur in life. My people had taught me that this is what makes life intriguing. I know stories about how their mistakes turned out to be favorable, to the point where they’d laugh with delight at the vigor and vitality in taking downs up to ups, turning sadnessContinue reading “Excerpts from my unfinished novel”
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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
Made up of Halves, Trapped in a Whole
A Half-Skeptical Take on Things (Two girls, ladies, young adults, perhaps women – who can tell nowadays? – sitting for lunch in a happening restaurant. They are discussing the instagram stories flashing across a phone screen on the center of the table as they eat.) A: “It used to be all about the perfect liquidContinue reading “Made up of Halves, Trapped in a Whole”
I can be whatever
“I can be whatever I want to be”, she thought out, too loud for my feminine taste. “I swear I am not a victim of all that made me into this, so far. This body’s edges end somewhere, but they re-form elsewhere too, I believe. These muscles can stretch this much only,” and she flungContinue reading “I can be whatever”
Dear You
Dear You, What were you expecting? Of course you are found in this shattered state.Your downward plunge could only be THIS Great!For wasn’t your climb up so steep for so long?I’ll tell you why, now, you feel wiser and strong! So when your hands lost their grappling gripas your foot took that slippery slip…and whenContinue reading “Dear You”
Conditional
Whoever said a dog’s love is unconditional was greedy to be loved. Poor creatures, those furry friends… they take all the burden of ‘loving unconditionally’ just because they like to have a home, they enjoy routine. It’s our job is to love them unconditionally, not theirs. They can’t even speak for themselves to say: HowContinue reading “Conditional”
The Sunken Forest
August 25th, 2014 – “That Day” / “Today” Fire Island, New York Dear H, My sentences will be long. If you are in quarantine like I am, only read this letter when you want to plunge into the abyss like we used to, where sentences are made for pure feelings, and where they lack structureContinue reading “The Sunken Forest”
Control through Love
The worst kind of control is control through love. The type that hides its fangs with a close-mouthed smile. The type that adorns your cage with bits of food so that you keep busy nibbling with gratefulness and that teaches you that silence is harmony. You can only be a victim of this kind ofContinue reading “Control through Love”
You Are Insignificant
When you consider that we live on a planet that is only one out of billions of planets, when you remember that life in its’ entirety and time with it’s relativity is so evolutionary and fleeting, do you really think that what you are hesitant about doing in your life is worth the hesitance andContinue reading “You Are Insignificant”
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