Rewritten in a postmodern technique of magic realism: Our household was troubled by the uncanny: my grandmother, who passed away last week at the age of seventy, still exists within our presence. Her voice is still imminent amongst the whispers of the wind. As the leaves of the Black Mulberry tree make subtle movements, herContinue reading “The Women’s Baths by Ulfat al-Idlibi”
Travelling helps us reflect on inner bliss, a contemplative empathy for others, and a yearning to become more spiritual with oneself and the world. In the video that I watched, “Japanology: The Shikoku Pilgrimage,” By Peter Barakan, I was impressed with the path’s serene and calm enlightenment. It made me want to experience it asContinue reading “Travel Bliss”
Self Let me ask you, What do you need? Not to be joyous, Or even loved, But to be, At peace…
Reading Hemley’s essay, helped in grasping one’s cultural consciousness and its present undergoing change due to modernity. “Before we left for Manila again, Pakoran’s daughter Susan handed Laurie a short essay she’d written in her native language. Laurie had asked Susan to write the essay, not because he wanted to encourage her as a buddingContinue reading “Essay on Robin Hemley & Mohezin Tejani”
Gender studies allow us to rethink and reshape our lives. It enables one to question and understand the existence of terms like “sexuality” and the history that they possess. It creates a sense of openness towards each individual through education. To respect each individual despite the differences they may have; it is where they learnContinue reading “Gender Studies: Finding One’s True Identity”
Nature May it be the leaves, Hanging from your windowsills, Or the sunlight streaming in, The wind caressing your skin, Or raindrops soaking your feet Nature, prevails, my senses within.
Pathways Your path will be an answer, Only you can call This journey of yours Capture a pathway, Worthy of your beautiful soul.
Real Can your fantasy Be your reality? Dreams, turned To a living entity. ~End
Yours Look up the stars, when you think of me A fleeting poignant moment, His laughter, A beautiful symphony That moment, fingers brushing, With the wind, ephemeral, amidst our voices, chattering Years of twilight, yours.