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They must have been really hungry for as soon as she set down the bowl, one of them-the brown one came jumping on its feet and started gulping the milk with a ‘plop, plop’ that indicated desperation. After what seemed like a few seconds, the mother made its way towards the bowl. Perhaps it was... Continue Reading →

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Dawn or Dusk — musesays

Dusk has always calmed her. It has a subtle settling feeling that comes with it. The way the horizon changes into a lovey blend of light crimson and orange, the chirps that fade out and eventually subside to welcome the dark, warning her to pray Maghrib and bow down in prostration before the dark finally […]... Continue Reading →

Five Thirty A.M.

My first post on my new fiction blog. ❤

whenthewatersglitter

When the voices of Azan- the Call to Prayers- elicit hints of ecstasy from the far ends of the streets and the wheels of the bicycles turn recalcitrant outside the Masajid, every being in the vicinity wakes up to the mesmerizing darkness of the morn.
It was not exactly an exotic view from where she sat but it was enough to make her not covet to move away from there. It was altogether too impossible that such little sparrows could make her feel something entirely too strong and uncanny for every time she lifted her head up to wait for words, she realized they came naturally just as the leaves on a nearby tree made no effort to move and were moved naturally. That was when she realized the power of morning prayers.
The chirps started subsiding and the sun waited to rise from behind the clouds. It seemed…

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I have a vested interest.

Tenure, She Wrote

In the fourth grade, I was obsessed with marine science and sonar technology, and I’d spend Saturday afternoons watching The Hunt for Red October instead of Saved by the Bell. That summer, I toured a Navy sub in dry dock– my first time! — and I asked the officer leading the tour when we’d be going to the sonar room. “Sorry, kid. It’s classified,” he said. Masking my disappointment, I replied that it was okay, because I was going to be a sonar technician when I grew up, and I could wait until then. “But they don’t let girls on subs,” was the officer’s surprised reply, as he looked at me as if I’d sprouted horns. When I asked why not, he told me I wouldn’t want to be stuck on a sub with a bunch of smelly guys anyway. My “Then…why aren’t there submarines for just girls?” got no reply.

So, I have a vested…

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I WAS ONCE IN A CAVE OF ANIMALS

Exactly what do you think a man might resort to just to grab the attention of a woman? Among whatever you choose to think, I’m sure you might never have come across someone so weak who out of his utter desperation would stoop to throwing a mere item of stationery at a woman just so... Continue Reading →

Scratch or Clink?

What is in the scratch of a pencil is not in the blink of a cursor.   I came up with these words about a few months ago. I thought I'd share them with you. Tell me what you think about it because I think no matter how advance this world gets, the sound of... Continue Reading →

Passion (in 7 sentences)

One of the best things I’ve read in a while. ❤

David Snape Show - Bourne and Beyond

Pride in yourself to be the very best person you can.
Achieving life long ambitions after loads of sweat and hard work.
Successfully conquered your greatest fears and enemies.
Sacrificing the things you love to drive forward.
Imagining what it feels like to be top of the world.
Operating your mind and body to stay focused and true.
Never has this passion become so immediate, it’s worth it.

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