Long before he dared the desert. Much before he sailed the seas.
This chapter, is from a time when he was still young and a teen.
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The Breaking
A protractor, white,
Hung on a curtain, deep blue.
At its angle-right,
A sequin, winked bright and true.
A slight crack;
The deep hue lightened
As sunlight slipped through.
It widened;
The lone winker vanished,
And the moon too, did fade.
The curtain was drawn,
And, Oh the birth of light!
God had broken it: the dawn.
-Luqmaan Rauff
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It was right after subah and he was on the battlefield.
It was him alone versus sleep.
From the masjid, hardly conscious, stumbling home,
God's will, up he looked at the lightening dome;
The stars sprinkled 'round the half moon,
And awoke. Btw 'Twas June .
I included the last line
Just for it to rhyme,
So don't mind.
And as such, he wrote this poem.
Then, in a later time,
He sat on the table.
To gift or not to gift?
To give in or not?
Torn,
He clutched his face
In his hands.
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Kohled Eyes
Short StoryFrom a lush village to a dreary desert, through the sea in a pirate ship and then a merchant ship: this is the story of a man with brown, kohl-lined eyes. This is the story of his life.
