Fatima Sohail
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Inordinately intricate world-building, romance, philosophy, and adventure.
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When I was young, I used to write letters to you, cursing you for being the way you are with me, writing the words I hate you over and over again on tear-stained pages. I would leave those pages lying around, hoping you would find them and weep. But every time, I never let them lie around for long. I didn't want you to see how much those words really affected me. I used to stare at the wall behind you, Begging myself not to cry not to be weak. I would tell myself that this wasn't new and that I was used to it. It didn't bother me as much as it once did. I would repeat this as a mantra, a chant, hoping that if I said it enough times, it would come true. It never did. I'd remember every time you told me I was difficult, that I had the tongue of a viper, that I made you wonder why God hated you so much to give you a daughter like me.
By Fatima Sohail2 years ago in Confessions
Who am I?
For someone born in an age in which everyone is focused on “Finding themselves” I haven't really come across one single version of myself but several variations and it leaves me with questions. Like does the fact that I behave differently among a certain group of friends indicate I’m fake? Or that I find the concept of finding oneself is complete lunacy. I’m a firm believer that we learn something new about ourselves every day if not every day then every other day and this process does not happen in a year or two but it takes a lifetime.
By Fatima Sohail3 years ago in Journal
The kind of love poets wrote about.
“They asked ‘Do you love her to death?’ I said ‘Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.’” I was twelve when found a torn notebook under the bed in my third foster home. I was bored out of my mind because my foster parents wouldn't let me play with their kids and said I just couldn't. I never wanted to play with their kids any way they were a bunch of shitheads jerks. So I decided to start to read it, at first, I couldn't understand the damn scribbles the person who wrote it needed help once I managed to decode it I became more sure the person was crazy.
By Fatima Sohail3 years ago in Fiction
