Submissions by vessa07
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Towla: An Epic Interlude
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Make Noise
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Control
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Sophie Confessional (1)
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The fridge light irritates my eyes as I stand in the cold doorway seeking snack inspiration and the phone vibrates with a new text. Only one person could be trying to connect with me at this late hour, sweet and beautiful Sophie. A smile creeps over my face as my attention shifts from my groaning stomach to my pulsing groin and I reach for the phone. 'How was the game?' The fact that she is even slightly interested in soccer is a turn on by itself, that she messages me from across the ocean to placate to my interests is a sign that she...
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The fridge light irritates my eyes as I stand in the cold doorway seeking snack inspiration and the phone vibrates with a new text. Only one person could be trying to connect with me at this late hour, sweet and beautiful Sophie. A smile creeps over my face as my attention shifts from my groaning stomach to my pulsing groin and I reach for the phone. 'How was the game?' The fact that she is even slightly interested in soccer is a turn on by itself, that she messages me from across the ocean to placate to my interests is a sign that she...
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I dare you to know me...
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I am a woman of strength. Recklessly beautiful and untamed–my heart is splayed wide open for I not only trust the process, but I trust the force in which each one of my feet hits the ground and my ability to maneuver through the joys and grief I face each day.
I walk tall, taller than an old oak tree because I am at home in my skin — my self worth lives in each new face that I meet and the lives that I impact. It is not attached to exterior Things like money, a house, a car, this world approval, a ring or success.
My...
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I am a woman of strength. Recklessly beautiful and untamed–my heart is splayed wide open for I not only trust the process, but I trust the force in which each one of my feet hits the ground and my ability to maneuver through the joys and grief I face each day.
I walk tall, taller than an old oak tree because I am at home in my skin — my self worth lives in each new face that I meet and the lives that I impact. It is not attached to exterior Things like money, a house, a car, this world approval, a ring or success.
My...
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Tongue-tied on the 3 Train
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Marwa, the unmarried journalist
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Almost 28 years old today, November 9, 2008, she stares at her plump beautiful face in the mirror, long jet black voluminous curly hair delicately framing her face. Even though she would be considered an exotic beauty in the West here in Cairo she is quite common and homely. Her eyes were a deep dark brown, so dark in fact that her iris was barely visible, but even she could see beneath the color that they were empty. No one had ever made her eyes twinkle, never had she observed any man who could make her dream of romance, the colorless...
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Almost 28 years old today, November 9, 2008, she stares at her plump beautiful face in the mirror, long jet black voluminous curly hair delicately framing her face. Even though she would be considered an exotic beauty in the West here in Cairo she is quite common and homely. Her eyes were a deep dark brown, so dark in fact that her iris was barely visible, but even she could see beneath the color that they were empty. No one had ever made her eyes twinkle, never had she observed any man who could make her dream of romance, the colorless...
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Zaky, The Wheat Rioter Turned Policeman
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It was early morning on August 7, 2008 and like everyday the Cairene air smelled of dust, car exhaust, and fish. Zaky had lived on the corniche off of Bahr al Azam street for 19 years, he had been educated at a French Language School with thousands of other kids and was now enrolled at the prestigious Cairo University for sports medicine. He was a competitive volleyball player, so naturally he towered over the crowd that was gathered outside the bakery that morning. "The price of bread has gone up again," he said impatiently. With only 4...
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It was early morning on August 7, 2008 and like everyday the Cairene air smelled of dust, car exhaust, and fish. Zaky had lived on the corniche off of Bahr al Azam street for 19 years, he had been educated at a French Language School with thousands of other kids and was now enrolled at the prestigious Cairo University for sports medicine. He was a competitive volleyball player, so naturally he towered over the crowd that was gathered outside the bakery that morning. "The price of bread has gone up again," he said impatiently. With only 4...
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Reality
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An Innocent Ride
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Every time I saw her coming down the steps in front of her apartment building my breath caught in my chest, even though she was covered from head to toe in my mind I had undressed her many times. Each time we’d talked online or on the phone I tried to keep the conversations short, she was very inquisitive and asked a lot of personal questions; asking things that I had never spoken of and provoking thoughts that I had never even asked myself. She forced me, in many ways to examine myself and when I turned my focus inward I started to...
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Every time I saw her coming down the steps in front of her apartment building my breath caught in my chest, even though she was covered from head to toe in my mind I had undressed her many times. Each time we’d talked online or on the phone I tried to keep the conversations short, she was very inquisitive and asked a lot of personal questions; asking things that I had never spoken of and provoking thoughts that I had never even asked myself. She forced me, in many ways to examine myself and when I turned my focus inward I started to...
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El-A7wa (The Cafe) Chapter 6-10
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Prior to the trip I faithfully practiced at least two games a week, being sure to not get into games in which I knew the players were amateurs however a game with talent is rare almost impossible to find online unless you create your own group. We chatted at least once a week and you told me about the guys that you played with, most of whom were older than me and had been playing for over 20 years! In comparison, my four years of playing must have seemed humorous to them when you said I would be joining them. You attempted to change to...
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Prior to the trip I faithfully practiced at least two games a week, being sure to not get into games in which I knew the players were amateurs however a game with talent is rare almost impossible to find online unless you create your own group. We chatted at least once a week and you told me about the guys that you played with, most of whom were older than me and had been playing for over 20 years! In comparison, my four years of playing must have seemed humorous to them when you said I would be joining them. You attempted to change to...
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El-A7wa (The Cafe) Prologue & Chapter 1-5
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Prologue:
After many years in Cairo I have had the friendship of people from various lands that speak in different languages and hold dissimilar values. I was sustained by one piece of inestimable good fortune, I have the friendship of a man who possesses immense patience and wisdom with a gentle but unyielding fortitude; and even though I cherish the many who entrust me with the stories of their life's journeys I have not necessarily been impacted by them personally. When someone shares in your passions, or at least enjoys...
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Prologue:
After many years in Cairo I have had the friendship of people from various lands that speak in different languages and hold dissimilar values. I was sustained by one piece of inestimable good fortune, I have the friendship of a man who possesses immense patience and wisdom with a gentle but unyielding fortitude; and even though I cherish the many who entrust me with the stories of their life's journeys I have not necessarily been impacted by them personally. When someone shares in your passions, or at least enjoys...
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