This is love

After the chaos has passed, love still stands strong within me. Love is not standing by an empty street waiting for headlights you know you’ll never see but fragments of your heart linger around the possibility of seeing your reflection in his eyes. It is not walking back home alone afterward with your head low. … More This is love

Loneliness by Alyazya

Originally posted on Notes:
I was reading an interesting blog post by Alyazya and this image of her being surrounded by lots of chicken, or goats in a countryside came up where people can be at large distances from each other. Actually, there is this huge individual that engulfs you in his/her own loving arms…

The Role of Ideas in the Algerian War

POL 307 – Wars, Conflict & Diplomacy: Assignment During the Algerian conflict, anti-colonial ideas impacted French public opinion, leading to events that may not have taken place in the absence of them. Colonial ideas once dominated the French; however, as moral questions regarding the colonial regime began to rise, domestic public opinion gradually changed. Attitudes … More The Role of Ideas in the Algerian War

A Reminiscence

I’m looking at the clouds that look like snow. Something about winter reminds me of you. I remember the look on your face that Wednesday afternoon, afraid we have nothing in common anymore, and the look in your eyes when I promised I’d always be around to keep you warm. If you’re reading this, I hope you … More A Reminiscence

1953-2016

Three hours later, his lifeline rests in peace. People covered in white and black lean on one another like pieces from a chess game mourning the loss of their king. Afra, the youngest, breaks down in front of his room. “Dad… Dad…” she calls out. No reply. Held by Faisal and Mohammed, my mother walks … More 1953-2016

I’m Nominated! The Sunshine Blogger Award!

  I’m nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award by Narutomath96 and Thoughts of a Stranger. Narutomath96 has been on WordPress since 2014, publishing daily posts, as well as translate two Japanese light novels into Vietnamese (Yahari Light, and Qualidea of Scum and a Gold Coin). I personally recommend reading The Truthseeker category. Thoughts of a Stranger posts rather more … More I’m Nominated! The Sunshine Blogger Award!

Survival in the Alps

Literary Journalism Assignment – Narrative Arc The group is down to six. They’re looking for a home in the woods before the night blinds them. “Remember, tall trees will not shield us.” Louis has been on alert since Aramis’s death. He took the lead to seek proper shelter. The others have no choice but to … More Survival in the Alps

Unsighted

You’re a picture I needed to draw my stories around back when my thoughts steered towards you. Disapproval laments you but memories confined in a strained mind hold me back. An image refuses to leave you behind: a gaze held, a jaw clenched. It killed me. You asked me to breathe but my breaths overpowered me. I drowned. You were … More Unsighted

Volatile

On and off is a routine because when it hits it hits hard. Every high got me fooled and every low comes as a surprise. Who knew I wouldn’t know how to escape my own lies. Not witty enough to predict my own ways, or smart enough to hear my own cries. I’ve given up … More Volatile

Transient

I finally built up enough courage to open my eyes. They haven’t adjusted to the darkness yet but I can already tell freedom never looked more pathetic. Buried in bricks from the waist down, I’m standing tall amidst the chaos as if I’ve caused it all. With no recollection of time, it’s hard to tell … More Transient

The Gospel Truth

It speaks to me in silence. A voice that breaks through the echoes, louder and louder each time. My thoughts venture out into the storm, trying to fade the sound away. With every whisper, it proves to be heavy. With every scream, it hurts to survive. My eyes blink faster, registering the blaring truth. It … More The Gospel Truth

Faded

Literary Journalism Assignment: A Non-Fiction Vignette Something wakes her up again. Days passed by since she last ate and she must’ve been hallucinating because she heard a voice calling her from the guest bathroom. Fully alert, Ally carries herself out of bed and drags her weight through the darkness in search of the doorknob. Once out, she … More Faded

The Introvert

Literary Journalism Exercise Sarah is only 23. She spent the last few years doing the things she loves, confined in her cocoon, away from people. Today, she opens her eyes to a different perspective. Embedded in her routine, she drags herself out of bed to grab some breakfast before the semester starts. On her way … More The Introvert

Subdued

Under the rain, I am restrained, with nowhere to face except for all the things coming my way. Water once cold and warm, formed marshes in my deserted home. In a funny world, I was evergreen, until the rain moated my soul. And I, as Tiresias, have foresuffered all, under water touched by a trojan whore. Inextricably … More Subdued

Deterioration

I don’t know why I’m in a rush to be someone else. I’m too afraid to be myself or let myself be me, and I’m almost envious of who I used to be. I’m caught up in a hurricane. All I do is lay down as time passes by and the stress builds up. I wish … More Deterioration

Delusion

  I’m pacing the pavement near your home and every step is a sharp pain in my chest. A restless heart yearning to see you; it’s jumping through my bones. My body follows. 1, 2, 3 steps. 3 breaths. 600 heartbeats. In torment, the skin tightens around my bones. My eyes flicker with the wind and … More Delusion

My Introduction

I wrote this for my writing class in Freshman year. I was born in the summer of ‘96 in the capital of the United Arab Emirates, Abu Dhabi. Being a quirky, cheeky, and deceptive child, I was adored by adults, who brushed off my friends’ complains about my devilish ways. I had many visions for … More My Introduction

Handfuls

  I was holding onto handfuls of expectation then summer came down like a waterfall and took you away.  I lost a war I didn’t know I was fighting. I guess happiness came at a price I wasn’t willing to pay. Now, I’m lost between memories ’cause I was in your arms just yesterday. I wish I never … More Handfuls