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”
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Dear Gender
Dear Gender, Recently, our arguments should have disentangled us from each other’s gripping embrace. We should have, by now, been part of the trend and movement of breaking free from nature’s secret code. We don’t, however, beat around the bush, nor call ourselves brave by staying outside of our designated homes. We remain inside, blockingContinue reading “Dear Gender”
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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
Letter to an Inner Child
Do not listen to all that they say, my child; my womb is not impermeable to their words, unfortunately. This language they speak shines a subtly blinding streak of light, it has a way of seeping through the thickest skin and imprinting marks on your genetic makeup. You will come out to live among themContinue reading “Letter to an Inner Child”
The Damselflies’ Tango
A couple of days ago, I learned that Damselflies form a shape of a heart when they mate. I started contemplating about the conventional shape of a heart <3. Why is it called after a bodily organ that does not look at all like the blood pumping muscle in our bodies? Why was it notContinue reading “The Damselflies’ Tango”
Choice
I consider the most central word in life to be: CHOICE. Not love, nor hope. Not freedom, or happiness, or acceptance. Nor is it togetherness, or faith, or health. To me, the word is Choice. You always have to have a choice in life, a choice to love, or to hope for love. A choiceContinue reading “Choice”
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Every so often, we are put in a strange situation in which there is no unquestionable difference between failing and winning. Beisan AlShafei March 29th, 2019
Why Kombucha
Who’ll tell you why Why we hope and dream Why we tell ourselves first, And each other later, Lies that are half-truths: Half in knowing, And half in not knowing That we are never going to fully Be in the knowing. (Guess which half Is more submerged in the self than the other. Guess, then,Continue reading “Why Kombucha”
Repressing
He had so many questions and they were shadowed by answers that were futile to both of us. He asked if I liked my new place, he asked what I had planned for tonight, he asked how my grandma was doing – things he knew the responses to. He also asked about the weather evenContinue reading “Repressing”
Guiltessly Rested
When they were guilty of restlessness. And so their story took form when the years duped them to becoming adults. Duped because adult-hood is not not a sorrowful hood to reside in. They signed papers, they paid bills, they bought china plates decorated with a gilt of gold on their rims, they scheduled times toContinue reading “Guiltessly Rested”
Beisan's Burble 