Fresh Bread, Stationary Stores & Pleasant Mornings

After I make my tea, I head back into my room and pick up where I left off from the book I was reading the night before. If I don’t read at this time, I usually end up checking my social media, responding to messages/emails, and making a mental checklist of the things I need to do on that day. Today was slightly different because I ended up listening to a Ted Ed video essay on Sylvia Plath, and before I knew it, I had gone down the rabbit hole of searching up on Plath’s children, Hughes’ affairs and a rather interesting interview by Hughes’ sister Olwyn Hughes.

i think i feel

when you are young, you may not have a lot to say, but whatever you do say, you say it with this belief that there is no possibility beyond it. the world starts and ends where you think it should. and then you grow older and you have far too much to say but there...

The Co-Optation of Trauma: A Generation of Child Soldiers in Pakistan’s War on Terror

I was 16 years old when the APS Massacre took place, my most vivid memory of that day is sitting in front of the television, still in my school uniform, watching with despair and then rage as news organizations reported the casualties and showed desperate parents looking for their children in hospital corridors and at...

bag of meat

Sometimes, I think that the worst bit is that I do not disassociate. I am stuck here—always, forever within myself. But never alone. No, there is another body over me, and it is not mine. Nothing it has brought me is good, but I am stuck here, there is nowhere else to go—always and forever....

this is not normal

I have filed away a lot of the 'living' I want to do right now for when I am older. I am not sure of how much older, but I guess it'll be a feeling. It's frustrating to no end how so much of my life is pushed to a place and time stamp that...

do you remember Noor?

today I asked my parents if they remembered Noor, i described the house she'd lived in, and the first time we met, the bunk beds in her downstairs living room, the story her dad told us of how Noor and their German Shepard had been born on the same day. today I remembered Noor after...

the average human walks at about 5 km/h

According to the Wikipedia Gods, the average human walks at about 5 kilometres per hour. I walk at 6 kilometres, or so it feels. I walk fast, with head set straight, earphones plugged in, glasses off. I also walk frequently, jumping out of bed at the first impulse to buy something from the store--an opportunity...

5 Minutes Ago

*Disclaimer* pls don't judge me, I haven't written in months. 5 minutes ago, he hadn’t been able to understand the calmness that had descended over him. For the first time in months, his heartbeat seemed to have fallen into its normal range. The adrenaline rush was gone; he could feel the exhaustion now, the ache...

Expectations

I have stepped into the city of my childhood; it isn’t as loud as it used to be. The sun filters through the dust and haze, like a lonely gas station bulb symbolic of a weariness I can’t shake off. There is no purpose to my visit, none that I know of. We are only...

Uniforms

Very often, I have this incredible urge to write something but whenever I am ready to start, I never know what to write. Today I want to write a story; The Story. It starts with the awkward heavy feeling in your stomach as you walk into a new school, it’s a weird feeling because it’s...