love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
She Blooms
“How about a movie?” I ask scrolling through the options already knowing that I’ll end up watching by myself. My thumb hits the button harder each time it might break the remote any moment. “Can’t doll, big meeting in the morning.” The peck on the cheek is the last I see of Ethan before he turns over, flicks off the bedside light and “Today’s Success” Podcast begins.
By Christine Klatt5 years ago in Humans
Love Veiled in Vain
My best friend Shams was getting married. She was seventeen. Her parents were from Syria. We were obviously different races from different places but the beauty of our community was that everything was blended. Everything blended together for the purpose of faith. Shams was marrying a boy from Syria and soon after signing the pre-marital 'agreement of promise to each other' they'd be allowed to date and court. The pre-marital agreement even included $20,000 dowry as a marriage insurance. That's what I thought the process was, based on all the books I read. I never went through it myself. There were no bridesmaids or anything. I just attended in the background where the women were kept- in the background. I excitedly said the prayers with her. We laughed and ate sweet desserts. Shams, my sweet friend took my hand and walked me to a corner.
By Aqeedah Mujahid-Gaines5 years ago in Humans
Holding Space
Tonight the sky is exploding. Trails of fizzy light erupting in spectacular bouquets of pink and green and blinding white. There's so much smoke, we can’t see the stars anymore. Below our balcony, heavy grey ghost-clouds are just yawning their way through the city, like ancient spectres roused from slumber, and already bored.
By Nathan Maddigan5 years ago in Humans
Indian Tears
Touring India was not going to change her life. Winning the $20,000 for the trip had already changed it: she felt lucky for the first time in two years. When it was all right to travel, she’d go to India for laughs. The airline laid no conditions on the tour prize-winner except that the flights had to be Sydney/Delhi and every cent had to be spent in India. Fantastic: she wasn’t after anything cultural or meaningful, it would be one long blast. So the destination wasn’t going to change her—she could have entered a competition for anywhere.
By Cheryl Hingley5 years ago in Humans
Gone for Milk.
Gone for milk. Back soon. *** Michael toppled into the classroom in a crash of sunshine, his books and pencils skittering across the floor like fallen sunbeams. Behold, the heavens seemed to command. And Winnie beheld. Sandy hair, freckled nose, and an easy gap-toothed smile in a face already laughing off the tumble. It would be even more accurate to say that Michael fell right at her feet, appearing suddenly in her world and taking up the whole of her field of vision. He looked up at her from the cool, tiled floor as his belongings skidded to a stop in a halo around her brown ankles. For you, the universe declared to them both, as if it weren’t already painfully obvious.
By Jesse Warewaa5 years ago in Humans
