Memory is an inheritance of a loved but illusory past. It is never pure; only that which is recorded is maintained all else vanishes. Even we who remember ourselves do …
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Snapshots of life, imagined and lived
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Memory is an inheritance of a loved but illusory past. It is never pure; only that which is recorded is maintained all else vanishes. Even we who remember ourselves do …
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Journeys to Islam are just the beginning of journeys in Islam. God doesn’t search for us, it is we who search for Him. We are the adventurers, the explorers, the …
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Love is a trick! We are alone in this world, but sometimes things come along, life savers stopping you from drowning in isolation. Things like love and friendship, family and …
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The inevitability of life is a vengeful and bitter companion, so indifferent yet so intimate in its antagonism of your every waking breathe.…
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See! Why won’t you just see? See me!…
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She had a bitter taste in her mouth after kissing him, it resembled regret and she resolved to swallow it every day. Love is a fantasy that must be replaced …
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The Summer in Abu Dhabi is only different from its Spring Mother by dint of its heat, a heat that is wrapping and exhausting, binding and melting, piercing and blinding. …
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The cheering of crickets in the crowded heat of the early afternoon heralds an inevitable evening. There was something uncanny about the fading midday heat that gave rise to a …
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Is rage arrogance? Is it the self-projecting self- interests Now spoiled And thrown back With spice and venom And salt in wounds? Is rage ultimately arrogance Writ large on tongues …
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‘The thing what hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the …
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