You. You stand there, eyes open, glaring. You can’t understand what I’m saying. Why I’m saying it. All you know is what you want. What you need. You can’t hear me. And don’t know how to listen. You twist and you turn my heart, make me cry and beg for mercy. You don’t stop because…
Tag: writing
No
I don’t know what they want from me. Its show day and the girls scuttle around the tent, gathering skirts and veils and bangles and shoes. We are all made to sit on chairs; our smiles frozen on our faces. They enter the tent, clipboards in hand. The prospective men don’t come into the tent;…
Unfinished
Not really a poem, but a series of scattered thoughts as I try to overcome the beast known as Writer’s Block… The path is white, open and leery With all your might, lift up the sword That gives you the power. Fingers poised, a cacophony of keys
Fiction! Under! Five!
So a friend of mine, Amanda Cline, just started this really cool website called Fiction Under Five. Basically, Amanda aims to write stories under 500 words or less! Its an ambitious plan, but she’s kept to it (mostly) with all her stories coming just under 500 words. Some of my favourites include Lavender and The…
All Good Things Come to an End
One day in December 2000, I received a gift for Eid. My mom had a habit of leaving us little gift bags, filled with board games and books and goodies, by our bedroom doors the night before Eid. As I clutched my blanket with my henna-covered hands, I saw a shadow move outside my door.
The next morning as I ripped through my goodies bag, I found the usual