There had been a dust storm the day before, as soon as he saw those orange skies all he could think about was his job. He knows those Kuwaitis complain about not being able to leave their homes when these frequent storms happen, but all he could think about in that precise moment was having to get up and sweep it all up tomorrow. It is now his job to sweep the dust, it is his job to inhale the dust particles and cough uncontrollably. Oh, well. I have it better than the trash pick-up workers, they roam around all day in huge reeking trucks infested with insects, so I should be thankful I have this job. Continue reading
You wake up one day, and suddenly, your feet do not belong to you. They are, most definitely, separated from your body. But no, that can’t be, because you look down, and yup, they’re still there.
You touch, and you sniff them. They feel like they have been suffocating under woolen socks for years on end.
Okay, time to wiggle my toes, before I actually attempt the impossible: getting out of bed. Continue reading
Socks, hocks, fiddly locks, a little house on the prairie.
Hots, shots, imminently lots, the boys jumped on the ferry.
Locks, box, sly cunning fox, the girls hid all the cherries.
Hone, zone, fervently shone, the boys flipped ducked and parried.
Attack, crack, the one lonely pack, here comes the long white and hairy. Continue reading
He took his usual seat besides his wife. It was that hour of the day again, the hour of when they agreed to always sit and talk about their day’s events.
He looked at his wife with longing eyes, and guessed he had to start today as has been recently.
“So I begin again?” he chuckled. “Well I tell you, it is not fair, so this is the last time.” Continue reading
Everyone comes into the world with a shared fear, the fear of being alone. Because being alone means that you don’t belong. The world was made to be shared with another. So you curl up together and hold each other close for fear that something will come to tear you apart, and you’ll never see one another again. And what will become of you then? Continue reading
Many things comes to mind when someone looks at a sock
Shoes Continue reading
Oh I remember the good old days…
It doesn’t seem so long ago that I walked bare-footed growing sore
The hot burning wax drops drop from the heat. Indeed, what was it all for? Continue reading
To the sapphirine warmth of winter’s susurrous reveries,
Mind-melting catastrophes embrace,
Undertones of a heartbeat’s lyrics ignite, Continue reading
You’re switching sides
You’re snitching. Why?
Caught red handed you insist it was a lie
You failed Continue reading
Little toes at a daycare are stuffed into colorful rainbows. You wiggle your toes and I wiggle mine.
“I like your Batman toesies.”
“I don’t like Barbie, but yours are nice.”
Exchanged kindness made it easy for us to be friends. Continue reading
It’s been sixty-five years. Sixty-five years, Yousra remembered the story her mother told her once, since her grandmother, Jameela, frantically packed generations of her family scattered around the house in an old hijab and huddle it over her back. Continue reading
not a thousand
nor hundreds of Continue reading
We first started out so similar,
You and I.
With our crisp white socks,
those stitched in doilies adorned by a simple lace. Continue reading
Socks, bras, and panties
All hidden away in my dresser drawer.
My intimates, My personals, My Ambers Secrets.
But underneath the socks,
Underneath the bras, panties, and all Continue reading
It was the day before Christmas and the snow was still falling lightly onto the sidewalks. Little kids peer through the windows of the toy shops, wide eyed and excited for what they might get wrapped up under their tree tonight. Couples waltzing around in the streets, secretly predicting what their lover’s reaction will be to their sweet gifts. It seems like such a wonderful time of year. Continue reading
You said it was love at first sight,
Oh how I dreamed those words would ring true
The first time you saw me, your eyes sparked with delight
I knew then, that I would be chosen by you Continue reading
This is how you’ll fall in love the first time:
Your socks will be the snow over dark heels;
as white as virginity;
as blank as a poker face.
Adolescence will be your vice. Continue reading
I’ve sometimes wondered what it’d be like to write an autobiography. But then I get slightly embarrassed for even thinking about it. My life is nothing like what you see on bookshelves. So why choose the above title? Shouldn’t I be scurrying along with my average anonymous little life? Continue reading
“Can you please tell me how, Zaria?”
A tired voice asked for the tenth time. Dr. Lightwood let out a sigh, it’s been hours since he’d heard another voice than his own. Staring hard at the petite figure across the metal table. She looked odd with her hands cuffed to the center of the table, there was no point of the cuffs, her slender hands could easily slip through if she tugged. Another bizarre thing, she insisted on being restrained. Continue reading
My sole is hidden
Like a pearl at the bottom of the sea Continue reading