It started when I was nine. A blank paper was so irritating to me, something needed to be done. And when I stared at it long enough, it would speak to me. It would tell me to write. And I, submissively, felt hungry for writing. That was when I started to express my interest in... Continue Reading →
Some time last year, in a foggy vision where the part of my brain that distinguishes an hour from a minute was dizzy. In times like that you forget; what is time but a man made illusion? Aren't the thoughts floating in space of the mind more dominant than anything else, such as time? Some time... Continue Reading →
It was 4:30 in the morning, and things like that always happen in 4:30 in the morning. It was one of the many nights that she felt like an alien in her body because somewhere beneath her skin, the only home she knew was him. At nights, she would get tired of the mask she’s... Continue Reading →
It was a cold and rainy night when it all started and I was by the window listening to the music composed by the journey of raindrops from the sky to the ground, and I needed a sign of love, not necessarily romantic love but just pure love. That which colors the horizon and watches... Continue Reading →
On the path that she was randomly and aimlessly taking down the green hills and in between the blue and white hyacinths there was a river. She stood there in the middle of the glade which was located somewhere she was not familiar with, her eyes tried to encompass everything as she gasped; the kind... Continue Reading →
Vera, was the wife of one of my favorite writers to ever exist; Vladimir Nabokov. She was also his editor, assistant and secretary, as well as a source of inspiration of many of his literary works. With Vera by his side supporting his work, Nabokov published 18 novels between 1926 and 1974 (both in Russian... Continue Reading →
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Every one was busy outside and every thing was happeningIn this hour of darkness in the cityIt was drizzling outside Almost full moon And they were alone on a couch leather boots off She was in his hoodieIt felt like there's a pianist in a corner flowery gardens beneath their feetAnd constellations dancing in the... Continue Reading →
Leave your doubts behind And follow my steps I don't know where I'm going But I heard it's safe They said you should leave everything behind Just carry a compass in your pocket the rainy nights you admired and an adventurous heart Because you see we are going to a land inhabited by nonsense and... Continue Reading →
I hope you don't choke on your words and I hope you have the courage to tell her that she's complicated and that she shouldn't be ashamed of that because that's what makes her beautiful © 2014 ALIA SULTAN
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