Author: Shelja Alawadhi

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Anything, be it an item of high monetary value or a tiny or simple article, can be a treasure in one’s life. Especially if it is of an important historical background, religious significance or beliefs, unique in some other way. It is owner will never part with it under any conditions. For instance, an old…

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I woke up, but … where was I? I searched in my mind for all the possible places I could be, but … no. I did not know where I was. The only thing I could see were two passageways, or I should say two tunnels in front of me. One larger than the other…

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Jan 14

The Punk

My brother’s mad on motorcars. Although, if you happened to ask him about the steering. He’d probably reply its a handlebar. It happened like this one fine day. We were at his friend’s house to play. His friend called us to the garage and showed us the Punk,   His daddy’s latest piece of junk…

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“I … Oh, that?…. No-no-no-not you. Do you that lady? She’s my mother…” Once againĀ  I was picking on a perfectly unknown person. The man followed my finger and gazed at the lady. I do not know what happened to my finger… In a blink of the eye, the lady had turned towards us and…

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Dr. Ghai carefully wiped the sweat from his brow, the making of the swelter dropped into the open cerebral matter that lay before him among a mass of instruments. What he did not know was that the empty roll of the ink-blotter (which had been the easiest replacement for the more obligatory blood-blotter …) was…

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Jan 12

Caught

The wind, after a harsh struggle with the branches, flew away somewhere in the white snow desert, somewhere far … far, far away. It’s passing through my bones, giving me creeps all over. A lone wolf started howling in the mountain and then another one and another one. They attached one to another in a…

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I don’t know whether you know her or not. Perhaps you do. Anyway, you probably know someone like her. This little girl that I know used to think that she knew everything and she was only-8 years old. When she daddy told her anything she would say “I know that.” Or if Mummy pointed out…

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I saw him sitting on the dusty footpath one day As he tried to shelter his brown body from the scorching sun ofMay, He was dressed in dirty rags, torn here and there As each passer-by went, he would only mournfully stare His brows were shaggy, his hair was greyish white With his little bowl…

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The sky, astoundingly beautiful the colors, orange, yellow, they pass before your eyes, white, blue, the birds flap their elegant wings, the wind is blowing gently, the sun shines brightly, the sky is at peace. As the world wakes up to another day, the sky keeps still, like the breath of death, the clouds flow…

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A forest bathed in gold, Heavy branches of the earth, The last flock is going away, The tired leaves are falling down. Our southern sun is smiling, The white “Thracian wind is running And the amber wheat grain is shining In the hands of a good friend…. Oh, How beautiful the earth is today And…