All of you

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The ghost of my past lingers around me like the dense smoke I exhale, the shisha pipe clutched between my fingers.

The air is thick and clouded, a mist of vapour saturating it as with each breath I unfold a sequence of vivid of memories, unlocking the shadow of guilt which refuses to leave my side.

The shadow I always see in the green greying depths of your beautiful eyes..
In the clever formation of your words my mind interprets so radically..
In the dark of the night as I walk alone.

Shadows of the ghost, waiting for me to yield to their persistent nagging, always refusing to acknowledge my resolve.

How can they understand that I regret you, your very existence.. All of you.

nadia nawaz

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A moment in time..

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In the darkest hour of the night he lay awake staring into the silence that enveloped him. His thoughts carried him to a place far away as his ears became accustomed to the sound of his rhythmic breathing. For him life was at a stand still, a moment in time where he lay captive. As the days dragged on and the seconds ticked by, he remained a constant in the whirl wind of activities that surrounded him. No matter how hard he tried or what he busied himself in, his mind somehow always found her.

Her… He closed his eyes as once again the very thought of her took his mind through a dizzying blur of entwining memories. Overtime she had consumed him becoming a non-detachable part of his soul making him acutely aware of his own deficiencies, as he bettered himself in a bid to win her.
As the days melted into weeks he all but drifted through, aware of the seasons as they came and went but no longer caring.

Consumed by these thoughts of her, he felt his eye lids become heavy with sleep as his dreams clouded his thoughts and he melted away into a place where they walked as one.

nadia nawaz

Faraway lands, a secret paradise

Street kid in Kabul-Afghanistan © David Belluz

“Somehow, even in the worst of times, the tiniest fragments of good survive. It was the grip in which one held those fragments that counted.” ― Melina Marchetta
(Street kid in Kabul-Afghanistan) © David Belluz

Sitting in the corner of the market, on a dirty abandoned street once so full of life she closed her eyes. She had been walking for many days now, passing by ruins and dilapidated houses always in shambles, mostly unoccupied. Her journey had been long and arduous  with no destination in sight. All she saw were reminders of the atrocities committed by other men. Men who claimed to come bearing the name of peace. The reminders were painful, bringing with them memories she had long before tried to forget. They clung to her like a disease, growing in weight as the days slowly dragged on.

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Echoes of the heart

Location: Cancun, Mexico

“Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother”-Khalil Gibran

His eyes spoke volumes holding within them secrets heavily guarded as he stared out across the water, watching the ripples form with the gentle wind that carried them across its surface. A rage, smouldering deep within him continued to fester and build as his eyes seared with its powerful pull. Unintentionally his fists clenched around the iron bars of the grid, separating the water from the lower stone wall. His strong hands, knuckles white and hard kept a firm grip on the bar, unyielding as the anger continued to build within him.

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Someday soon, we too shall fade away

His face was streaked with tears, his hands course, hard and dirty from shovelling the earth with his bare palms as he laid his tiny son to rest. With trembling lips and a hollow heart he stood up and raised his hands in a silent plea to the one above.

Bearing the burdened spirit of the death of his child, he slowly made his way back to the shelter they had erected with scraps. Despite his strong young body, he walked with the slowness and weariness of an old man, his limbs dragging the earth with each step. Continue reading

Will you be mine?

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Location: England, UK

I stand spell-bound, timing my departure to correspond to the setting sun and its farewell. I watch, as it slowly begins to fade away surrounded by a wide expanse of colours spread out across the horizon. Each ray merges into another creating a mesmerizing breath-taking view of an array of patterns. Reds, oranges and purples, a splash of pink and blue here and there surround an orb of the yellow softened glow. Continue reading

A test of time –Her life

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The Afghan-Tajik border. Panj river can also be seen. © Alexander

Day after day she watched as the bombs landed somewhere in the distance, not too far from her shelter, destroying her city and all she stood for. The vast valleys surrounding her with their beauty unmatched by any other place were slowly becoming a victim of the brutality of other men. Men she watched with trepidation in her eyes, yet was somehow unable to despise. For when she offered them tea or water, she saw in their eyes a nothingness and hollowness like none she had ever witnessed before. Above all she pitied them and feared for their souls, for they were mere puppets, following orders of a superior power, bound by an oath too powerful to overrule.

She spent the days tending her sick and injured babies, struggling so hard to fight a battle with an end so imminent. But she refused to give up. The dreams of a better life were forever alive within her heart. And as she lay down on the stretch of hard ground at the close of a long hard day, looking up at the stars, she recalled all that her mother had taught her so many years before. Continue reading