had1atallah
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Small and little caressing gestures reveal how lovely this wisdom is. Love yourself. Applaud your reflection in the mirror. And simply be. Though the light may be very dim. And though your face is flushed and your throat is working a little thick with emotion. Brush your fingers against your arm; give aid to yourself…
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Now, the dawn was coming, I looped under the blanket. The melody of the morning bright in my ears. And now, I would come to remember, how pleasant to see that my first thoughts were good thoughts. I nodded my head solemnly and broke through the horizons, into the warm and the unity of the…
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All the people knew of faith and the hope, but me. I often marveled at the iron in myself. ‘Don’t stress,’ they said. To understand this was a remarkable thing. However, this thing had become a self affair and a personal journey. And when I saw the determination in my own eyes, the people in…
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The writer’s nature, ever convenient, yet so appalling. Easily can one stack the walls with telegrams, with books, And to overlook the fraught comfort in it. The writer crafts, and sucks in his breathing, The minute sounds extinguished, Until the tolling bells of the universe Ring dear to his heart. There is rage in the…
Hadi Atallah 