Karima SH.
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"I came as a seer to this sand, investigating the possibilities of darkness,I came to buy legends, time, and ash."
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What About My Destiny?
His childhood passed as he walked on tiptoes, to avoid provoking his father's anger and to avoid being noticed by his bullying friends, and out of fear of awakening the ghosts of the dark. He was very delicate and felt isolated among all the harsh people surrounding him, as if he were a banner of peace fluttering among the ruins of a battlefield littered with blood and ashes. When he wanted to sleep at nine o'clock, he would dig his small fingers into his hair and move it around to fall asleep. Unable to, he would clear his throat of remnants of tears and sobs to sing himself a lullaby to help him sleep, and he would not finish this cleansing until dawn. His singing was accompanied by sighs and stuttering. He did not interact much with people, so he was not good at speaking and stuttered a lot. He loved being with trees and birds, and a small colt, which he considered his only friend, would sneak up to him whenever his mother was away from him, as the colt frightened him with its size and the noise of its neighing. Then, after several nights, he was shocked to find that the colt had grown to the size of his mother, which he had always feared. This disappointment almost tore his heart apart.
By Karima SH.about a year ago in Writers
Logic & Emotion
In the shadowy corners of the city, the downpour tapped steadily on the windows, as though attempting to break the obstruction between the rest of the world and within. The roads were splashed, however nobody focused, and the night appeared to conceal confidential, old and immaculate.
By Karima SH.about a year ago in BookClub
The Genius of Humanity
In our quest to understand the essence of life, we realize that true genius is revealed in moments of profound disruption, when life ceases to offer familiar incentives to continue. It is during these times that the brilliance of the human spirit emerges, creating a backup version of existence—a life that may not be rich in profound meaning but holds enough value to sustain us.
By Karima SH.about a year ago in Chapters
Echoes Of Luke. Content Warning.
On a cold winter night, Luke sat alone in his dimly lit apartment. The room was a reflection of his inner darkness—cold, empty, and bleak. He had turned off all the lights, leaving only the pale moonlight filtering through the open window. The chill in the air seemed to mirror the icy stillness that had settled in his heart.
By Karima SH.about a year ago in Art
The Last Journey of Storm
The Last Journey of "Storm The yacht "Whirlwind" was a wonder sparkling on the Atlantic Sea, its unblemished white structure glimmering under the midday sun. The style and excellence of the vessel were a demonstration of the riches and taste of its proprietors, the Blackstone family. As night fell, the yacht delicately shook on the quiet waters, mirroring the blood red and gold shades that decorated the sky. The event was exceptional — the 50th wedding commemoration of Victor and Eleanor Blackstone.
By Karima SH.about a year ago in Families
