Am I normal?
My parents think I repress my feelings . They say that I need to be more assertive and understand that my feelings count. If they …
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I didn’t choose to be poor
A small hand knocks at the car window, gazing inside with hungry yet penetrating grey eyes. Her round face is overshadowed by her …
And then they were free
There was blood everywhere. The ringing in the ears. The throbbing pain in his gut from being punched. The mini blackouts that wou…
I finally escaped…
The days of my four-year-old relationship were a mixture of contentment, depression and confusion at my inability to understand wh…
I was not meant for mediocrity, that’s why I did it…
Dragging himself through the doors, Ammar threw his bag against the wall and slumped his aching body face first onto his bed. As h…
A ‘thank you’ we forget to say
She wakes up at 5:00 am. She has to make breakfast and pack a snack for all her children before they wake up for school. She makes…
And in this act of balance, we learn to live
These are called windmills. Windmills of my mind going round and round. all the time. Did I just rhyme? I think I did. I dont know…
Lessons for life: A letter to my beloved daughter
Dearest daughter, It seems as if only yesterday you entered this world. I remember holding you for the first time. You, my little …
What is inside a woman’s heart?
Take a peek inside awomansheart, A cluster of emotions, Gods masterpiece of art. It nurtures, cherishes and cares in love, Nothing…
Fehmida’s beloved companion
Sitting thoughtfully, he smiled for no obvious reason. Or perhaps his thoughts had wandered off, from the hardships of the past fe…
