All colors can be retrieved, black painted over with red, blue painted over with green, but blankness once painted over… Read more Spread
t was the summer in Egypt when the nausea returned, when the speculation, the theorizing and the hyperbole didn't stop, when the moral obligation to explain to one's children about "thou shalt not kill" was abrogated in favor of a war on terrorism, when the smallness of people was simply crushing.
Dear Josh, I know it has been a while since I wrote to you, but you of all people would… Read more Letters to josh; hypnagogia
Dear Mahinour I want to tell you that I am hopeful but I am not. I want to tell you… Read more A letter that will not be sent #FreeMahienour
One song, two songs, three songs for him to realize that the pillows are three not one, that they too are not fun. He gently swept to the further side, walked slowly so as not to make a sound and went through the door. She waited for him to close her eyes, to shut her breath, to count the minutes until changing the sheets.
Dear Josh, I know the fact that I am opening a word document and writing to you might seem odd,… Read more Numbly ever after
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable… Read more 2013 in review
It is this night again, a night that I promised to write myself something on. The night that I wait… Read more I am Thirty Two years old.
**As Published in Rowayat literary journal – January,2014** It is not very often that one sees the issuing of the… Read more A direct hit
** was first published in Campus magazine September issue** Few days ago, as myself and friends were at each other’s… Read more A tribute to Monopoly deal