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Dead silence 

I’m waiting now
Waiting to hear my sweet melody
The sound of their voice
The sound of their heart beat
Or the sounds that they make
In the innocence of their sleep
But there’s no melody any more
No music
No heavenly sound of their presence
Just dead silence

I’ve been facing such a hurricane out of life, I think I’ve lost my ability to write. 

Someone please prompt me and ask me questions so I can at least try to express myself… 

Australian citizens?

Guys, if any of you are residents in Australia or know someone who’s a resident there and can be trusted, please email me on hibasyed98@gmail.com 

I need assistance and a little help regarding certain matters related to quick immigration to Australia. And yes I’ve already familiarized myself with the whole procedure and different kinds of visas too. 

Just email me if you’re staying in Australia or know someone there who’s on permanent residency. 

Thanks & Regards

– Hiba

Haven

One of my most favorite bloggers on WordPress wrote this very powerful flash fiction story in response to my post on men.
I recommend you give it a read ’cause it reflects a reality that I agree exists and in fact, needs to be addressed.

Jennifer Terry

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Olivia had a free afternoon.   That’s how she’d ended up at Murphy’s, alone in a corner booth next to the window, sipping merlot, halfway through Girl on the Train.

“Do you mind if I join you?”  She looked up at the man, annoyed – she hated being bothered while reading.

“I’m flattered, but I really just want to be alone.”

He traced his finger along her upper arm and she cringed away.  “Come on, let me buy you a drink.”

“No, thank you.”

“A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be sitting here all alone.”  He sat in the booth across from her.

Olivia sighed.  She knew what would get rid of the guy.  “My boyfriend’s on the way.”

He raised his hand in surrender and left to bother someone else.  He didn’t respect her but he respected a man that didn’t exist.

Olivia closed her book…

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New Year?

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I don’t believe in New Years. End it on a good note, begin on a better note, no thank you.

New Year simply means a change in the date’s digits. It’s not a new book. I’m not gonna “begin again”. It’s just a new page. And when the page number of your book changes, no one gives a damn.

It’s your story that matters.

Not the page numbers.

A new page doesn’t mean a separate story with new rules.

You’re gonna continue the same life, the same story, on a different page number.

I know.

I’m boring.

But New Year means nothing to me.

The only thing I’m excited for is the different year that I’ll write as a date on my journal every day.

That’s it.

And about resolutions, well, I’ve realized that I don’t need to wait for the year to end to make big decisions about my life or habits. If you really wanna change, you’ll change any day. You won’t have to wait for a New Year. So in that context, I make newer resolutions every other day.

Literally, nothing is special to me about “New Year”.

Sorry guys.

I know I’m bursting y’all’s bubbles, but no.

No New Year for me.

And I’m happy that way.

But in fact, what I am excited about is The Kuwait National day which although takes place at the end of February, is celebrated throughout January and the whole of February, by the Kuwaitis.

So much, that often people from Oman and Bahrain and Saudi Arabia show up, just in order to witness the celebrations. But they usually arrive in the month of February.

All the decorations and fireworks and the street dancing too.

No kiddin’.

Btw, the picture above is of the Eid-ul-Watani celebrations. Not New Year.

Here’s another one:

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(Yes I Had to google it)

Have a good next year you guys.

– Hiba

 

My Demons Talking

“Remember when you dreamt of being successful?

Sophisticated?

Intelligent?

But instead you ended up with mental disorders?

Unable to get your shit together?

Well…

Way to live a dream, huh?

But congratulations.

You’ve just entered what is called reality.

Ever heard of it before?

It’s that thing that slaps you in the face…

And then wonders why you’re mad…

Welcome to reality, my love.

We call it Life.”

 – Hiba

Light Another…

Coffee

Cigarettes

Tears

Regrets

Memories

Sunsets

Your voice

Cassettes

Time

A debt

Unpaid

And threats

Your words

All set

You leave

Upset

I cry

And fret

Then stop

Reset

Restart

Forget

Start again

Afresh

And live

Onset

But I break

You bet

On these nights

I sweat

As time returns

Me all its debts

So I am

All set

Reliving

Regrets

And smoking

 These sets

Of the pain

I get

As I light another

Davidoff cigarette.

 – Hiba // I mean I tried…okay?

Self Harm

PSYCHEDELIC MELISMAS

I don’t know why I decided to write on this particular topic. I suppose I just felt like it and probably because I understand how it feels. And because I was a victim.

I am Maimoonah Hassan, and I was a victim of self-harm.

It all started in the Xth grade. Continuous exam and peer pressure, and my declining health were the primary reasons I started to hurt myself. Initially, it was little. A slight cut or maybe cursing myself was the way I felt better. The main problems started when I moved to India to pursue further education. My life was a total mess. Tons of family, social and health problems had started weighing me down, and my migraines just made everything worse. My grades fell and that was when I started seriously harming myself. There was something in slicing through my skin and watching my blood trickle down…

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