Robins Can Fly
This story is dedicated to my one and only brother, Robin. You always said I should write your story; some day. My name is Robin and I’m an alcoholic. Let’s…
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June 27, 2020
A Textrovert’s Voice
Waking up to the same old alarm each day, First thing I'd do is to my Lord, I'd pray. Pray for better days and a much better life. And then…
June 27, 2020
Would You Like to Come in for Some Tea?
Let me tell you about the day that changed my life forever. It was 1990. I was eight years old. I lived in Kuwait in a great, some might say…
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Too Soon
There are still too many places to explore Too many mountain tops and sea shores, There are still too many people to meet and befriend Too many chances a smile…
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Blessed
Blessed. Didn't enjoy your early youth because the focus was marriage. Full of fear, full of uncertainty while carrying baggage. Hunted by your childhood thinking marriage would erase those early…
April 18, 2020
Poem – How Ungrateful
-I walk and I run -I touch and I feel -I look and I stare -I talk and I speak -I hear and I listen -Yet I complain… -Complain of…
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Cleansed.
"I still have a lot of issues with my skin. The ugliness is glaringly obvious", said Sara. Maira peered closer to examine. She saw active acne, scars and other entities…
July 3, 2019
The Maher
Snowflakes spattered on the windows of the small apartment, but the living room was warm with lamplight and the deep, rich, woodsy fragrance of oud. I sat on one end…
July 3, 2019
Journey to the Creator – Poem
Self went through a tough childhood. You wanted to tell it, it wasn’t strong enough on its own. Self wanted to have close friends and companionship who left it. You…
September 26, 2018
A Message to the Youth – Poem
Dear brothers in Islam, please lend an ear👂 My words are on behalf of all sisters here You are now in the 'prime' of your lives In search already of…
September 26, 2018