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Not Her Cup of Tea: Part II

Continued from ‘Not Her Cup of Tea: Part I’ She was back in the rain- this time with a new purpose. She was still frowning, but her facial muscles were tensed with concentration, versus her previous hopelessness. She was still Amaan with her tattered sneakers and tired eyes. But at the same time, she was not Amaan. She was not the same girl who was scared of her own emotions, numb with mourning, or too paralyzed to get up and act, change the world with her own hands. Amaan’s arms...

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Weeping Stars

Oh weeping stars, Do your falling tears bring any benefit? The night has brought its cover over the sky, Soothing many eyes to rest under its blanket. But mine refuses to close from the grief they behold, They search for an answer to relieve their mourning. I’ve explored the heavens above, Tracing your kin from one to another. Forming the constellation in the canvas above, I found nothing. As your kind would know, This world is temporary- A mere passing of a flickering flame. In moments can its ember...

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The Lake House

Beyond a forest whence wind whispers, Amidst harmony and her sisters, Among vast land and alluring shadows, Stood a lake house in a deserted meadow. It cried a hymn, a cunning calling, To the one who found it deceiving; appalling, “Thou hast thieved thyself of this, Thou must return and reminisce.” Temptations were of the victim’s least interest, For long has it been defiantly distressed. Never did he intend to return; He cursed the lake house and wished it to burn. In the depths of the darkness it was...

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A Letter To The Heart

Dear Heart, I write this to you as a reminder. Eighteen years and still together, you are surely one of my closest companions. I’ve heard your voice from the beginning: happiness, sadness, and so much more that thumped against your rib cage. And you witnessed all that I have: friends, places, and a lot more through my senses. If you stop pumping the blood circulating through the intricate passes of my veins, I will die within a few minutes. And if I stop my vitals of worship and acts...

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Atheism Nearly Cost Me My Life

Imagine being hunted. You cannot see your attacker, but you know that the attacker will catch up with you. So you run anyway. Run. You reach a crossroads, and you do not know which road to take. You pick any; it does not matter to you, because the attacker will catch up with you. At some point, you slow down, and you forget about the attacker. But then, later, you’ll remember the chase. And you’ll keep running, and running, and running. Until you are so tired that you do...