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I Still Do by Farah Al-Sultan
I would get lucky when I saw him more than once a week. Every Saturday at 2:00 PM was is a must. The sad part is that he changed as he got older, not by age, but by action. You see, now he’s totally different. When I was younger I would spend the weekend with him at the beach house. Continue reading
Color by Farah Al-Sultan
Even blindness has a color,
And you blinded me with yours.
You are all the colors combined.
I try to keep you in a category,
Yet I find you in every one of them.
You are everywhere,
I wish you aren’t.
But I guess I have to accept the fact that,
You are all the colors
I hate
I love.
You are all the colors
That are in me.
Collaboration by Farah Al-Sultan and Shayma’a Ahmed
Liminal.
Living a full life
Unbound
Abiding by the rules of none
I’m my own boss
And I answer to
No one
Difference surrounds me,
Avoiding to affect others.
I try to survive with it,
But like always
I search for a way
To live without it.
I drift from your world
To my world
To their world
Like a white cloud
Floating in the sky
On a spring morn
When in between
Belongingness,
Fulfillment,
Happiness,
Settlement,
Are thing you live without.
Oh but what wouldn’t I give?
What wouldn’t I do?
To belong with you
With them
With anyone
I’ve been on the fringes of worlds
For far too long
It left me feeling empty
A void
Boring through my soul
In a state of in-between,
Some gain the lack of objects.
But now I’m ready
Yes, I’m ready
To sate that emptiness
Black white,
Landing in grey.
Summer winter,
Landing in spring.
Another problem,
Is to learn and land in one.
Is there a glimmer of hope for me?
Noah by Farah Al-Sultan
In order to understand this, you must first learn who Noah really is.
It’s time to start.
“A few blocks down from our apartment, is a cute little coffee shop called “Chillz”. My friends and I meet there weekly on Fridays. Exactly in the middle lay this horrible strip club, you can catch any sexually transmitted disease by just looking at it. I walk by it most of the time. Last Friday on my way back home, I spotted a person I wish I didn’t. Noah, a man between the ages of 45-50, was leaving the club. I was incredibly shocked, all I could think of was ‘did mom know about this?’.
“Are all the nights you claimed you were teaching spent here?” I asked later on.
“Yes.” He answered. He then continued to explain about how my mom knows, that he was working as an M.C., it’s helping out with the money, he didn’t…, then suddenly silence. I looked at him, and out of nowhere he was covered in his own blood. It took me a while to figure out it that I heard a gunshot, but faster to realize it wasn’t just clubs he dealt with. I just walked away, someone will find him eventually. Although my mom will have sleepless nights when she finds out, all I can do now is let her have her sleep. I never understood what she liked in him anyway. And that’s all I guess.” I ended. None of them spoke.
“So, he was your stepfather, correct?” policeman one broke the silence.
“He was indeed.” I replied.
“Let’s forget about the crime for a second, why are you so emotionless? I understand he was just a stepfather, but why?” policeman one spoke once more. Seems like policeman two is asleep.
“It’s a survival skill. If you attach yourself to something you will feel pain, why should I let myself feel pain?” I replied while leaving the room. Clearly, nothing more could be said or unsaid.
“But Daddy I Love Him” by Farah Al-Sultan
I thought this was it! Today shall be the day I tell my parents about him, his name is Gabriel. He appeared out of nowhere in my life, it felt like I was destined to love and be with him. I gathered my courage and went to the living room, where my parents are.
“Mother, father, I came here to tell you something about myself that I’ve been holding in.” I finally spoke when I reached the room. While waiting for one of them to respond, my eyes darted between my dad and Gabriel, who stood behind my dad’s chair.
“Go on my dear.” My lovely mom said, and so I did.
“I’ve met a guy named Gabriel, we both are in love with each other at the moment. I thought you should know, and probably meet him as well” I said all that with a fixed smile and eyes on Gabriel.
“Let me guess, he’s standing behind me isn’t he.” My dad spoke as he turned around facing Gabriel. All I did was nod.
“I see.” My dad said looking at my mother, he paused for a second or more, then continued “I think it’s a great idea to meet him! Why don’t you go pack your bag, that goes for Gabriel as well, I’d tell you where we’re going, but let’s keep it a surprise shall we.” My dad smiled, I did too.
“That sounds incredible!” I said immediately, I couldn’t maintain my excitement and happiness.
In less than an hour I was ready, so was Gabriel. We got in the car, all four of us. I asked questions to what are destination is, but both my parents refused to answer.
My dad finally parked in front of a four story building. I was frustrated and felt nothing but hate, I knew this building like it was the back of my hand. It was a psychiatric rehabilitation center. Sure, they thought I was crazy, but how could they think Gabriel was just one of my hallucination. He was so real, so vivid.
I was sent to a room were all you can see is nothing but bright white. The color disgusted me, but I was glad Gabriel was still with me. It made sense now that he wasn’t real, to the fact that they let him in the room. Even after all that he still didn’t leave. I realized it’s because I still loved him. I then sat at the far end of the room with my knees up to my chest crying, Gabriel hugging me silently. I then spoke my last words “but daddy I love him.”
Smoke by Farah Al-Sultan
Smoke.
Really,what is it,
Are they just exhaled particles,
From inhaled cigarettes,
That later disappear into thin air?
Or,
Are they atoms of the smokers themselves,
Which are exhaled from their souls,
That get lost between other air molecules?
If so,
Then most of the air in this world,
is long lost souls.
Revolution by Farah Al Sultan
By Farah Al Sultan
I see them now,
lined side by side.
An army to my left,
and an army to my right.
They face each other waiting for the battle.
Each soldier with a different weapon.
My left choose weapons of defeat,
Such as guns,
swords,
arrows,
and finally minds.
As they have mathematically analyzed,
how the war would be fought.
On my right,
This army opposes the other.
They favored creativity,
and used their imaginations infinitely.
Their weapons are odd.
They have chosen pencils,
rulers,
scissors,
brushes,
and finally originality.
As both get ready to start.
It was a revolution.
A revolution of the mind.
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