InshirahTheTalker

Anyone good at designing book covers? Please contact me.

InshirahTheTalker

Hello?
          
          How many of you remember me?
          
          I'm sorry for the long radio silence everywhere...it's just life has been nothing but a rollercoaster ride for me.
          
          To begin with, i completed my master's degree this year in May...yeah, your writer is a Post Graduate now.
          
          I'm also recovering from my surgery (septoplasty) which was supposed to be a small and short procedure, but due to some complications it took longer than expected...but Alhamdulillah, I'm recovering now.
          
          I'm planning to continue writing and will soon complete my books.
          
          Until then, please be patient with me.
          
          Also, please let me know how many of you would be interested in reading a series of short stories/one shots?
          
          Until next time 
          
          Fe Aman Nillah.
          Assalamualaikum

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InshirahTheTalker

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          Bismillah (In the name of Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'llah we begin)
          
          Hey everyone,
          
          I know I went missing for quite a long time, but I'm back with the edited version of His Ex-Wife: Misunderstandings Create Voids.
          
          I hope you guys will shower it with your love through votes and comments. Looking forward to reading those comments and answering them in my way. (Which I believe you all love).

adropofhumanity

a small token token kindness (01st january 2023)  
          
          steadfast sunsets, crooked mornings; lake a crowd of gleaming mournings. lyrics that burn, bones hopeless; tongue of wind, it rarely stays. a future of magma, temple and cityscape; humans among humans, a home bereft. 
          
          a birth that bleeds, a firmament of fleeting wisps; feet smelling of earth, lips a facade, what we appreciate. filigree like rain, a blush of darker reign; summer distorted, desert a burning lace. panaroma of a kaleidoscope, a bard like grackle; pits of doubt and a park of frission. 
          
          jardin de tuileries, seeds of breezes; memory endearments and waves of freedom. satin scents, devoted petals; barricaded branches and canvas of dripping enchantments. convivial music, lily trenchants; reflective denouements, fulgent waterfalls of wisterias. 
          
          violent fears, chalices of secrets; numbing encouragements,  frosted vanilla. oscillating mountains, cloved cessations; tainted vicolos, bricks of dried redolences. parasols of petrichor, labyrinth of moonflowers; tower of desire, rose precipices. keep a smile, with flowers divine; they grow not on well made roads but through the rough womb of mother earth. 
           #adropofhumanity