To The Living Ones

Uncompleted stories and unfinished poems, my notebook is open on a page full of ideas and scratch. It’s been a long time since I’ve grabbed a pen but…

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Beauty is Trouble

A very beautiful woman named Africo was living with her husband Thomasankara, who loved her so jealously that, since he had married her, he was…

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Thus Sang Abdelmoula

It was a long day, one which seemed like it would never end. I could feel the exhaustion creeping throughout my body. My joints felt heavy, and a…

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The Ocean

He gazed at the blazing sun and moved his hand above his head to shield his head from the dizzying heat. Sweat started to form drops on his forehead…

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What I owe me.

I haven't written for a long time. Maybe because I'm scared of my own thoughts. Maybe because I'm scared of what would come out once I stop staring…

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Gin

He wants me to stroke his ego. Or at least that was what I told myself as I watched his back dissipate into the foggy streets of Fez. This city is…

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A chattered piece of me

A Funeral Feast It was on a Sunday evening that I happened to be invited to my cousin’s engagement party. When I arrived to the house at the…

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Final hour

Today is the fourth of April, the year 2020. Today is the day I die, and the day I am born again. I hope it will be late at night when I finish…

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