Author Archives: NajlaaRon

Read up; part 48.

Having eyes, but not seeing beauty; having ears, but not hearing music; having minds, but not perceiving truth; having hearts that are never moved and therefore never set on fire. These are the things to fear, said the headmaster. -N … Continue reading

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Read up; part 47.

And the women of New Bedford, they bloom like their own red roses. But roses only bloom in summer; whereas the fine carnation of their cheeks is perennial as sunlight in the seventh heavens. Elsewhere match that bloom of theirs, … Continue reading

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Barred from sight.

I have a liking for prohibitions. The act of enclosing myself within a certain limit that can allow my senses to be apprehended in a manner where I control most of my thoughts and words. On the contrary, the lock … Continue reading

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Read up; part 46.

He was a man of black and white. And she was colour. All the colour he had.   -N

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Rhythmically felt & found.

There’s a sudden rush as to how things miraculously got placed together without a definitive answer to confirm on the possibility of it being a permanent state of ebullience. Drifting waves entailing a sudden vision of how you should consider … Continue reading

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Read up; part 45. 

The way to win over a ‘liberated woman’ is to please her and make her love you, not to coerce or threaten her. But Muslim society does not socialize men to win women through love; they are badly equipped to … Continue reading

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Read up; part 44. 

I knocked on Vi’s door and then stuck my head in. Vi was wearing a plunging brown-and-black leopard leotard that tied up the front.  “That is not from Victoria’s Secret,” I said. “That’s from Victoria’s Sluts.”  -N

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