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Mohamed Sarfan

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Paradise Lost

Submitted to Contest #248

Paradise LostThe emergency room buzzed with urgent activity as Amina lay on the sterile hospital bed, her face contorted with pain. Surrounding her were dedicated medical professionals—Dr. Adam Khan, Dr. Maya Ahmed, Nurse Omar Ali, and the team of nurses—Layla, Sarah, Fathima, Ayah, and Leila. Each of them focused intently on ensuring a safe delivery for Amina and her unborn child. Amina, a survivor of war and unspeakable violence, had carried her unborn child despite the trauma inflicted upon her. The memories of that fateful day on the bat...

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The blind Man's Mona Lisa

Submitted to Contest #185

Please don’t look at me like that again and again. When you look at me, memories of dad saved as waves in the heart sea take birth as tears. When you hold my hand wishing to talk to me I’m breaking myself as glass. When you breathe the abundant air difficultly, I’m melting as a snowdrop thinking about this strange life. You light up the eyelid in the dark room slowly, my heart is shivering. I’m introducing my dad who left me a place like this showing the photo, “This is my dad”. You are looking like greeting my dad. Just slowly spend the ...

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War Tent House

Submitted to Contest #103

2010 January 04 Kashmir that sleeps as dew drops in the midst of the garden of apple. Cloudy doves all over the sky resembling the circular moon that plays by chasing the butterflies! The wind of spring all over the body like the chillness of the river that tumble and falls into the ocean. The flowers that keep their face so sad in the foothills of the mountain! The dream of freedom in the boundary line like the breathing of the May-flies! Spying love in the chest cage like the dumb man’s language! I stand guarding my father like penance ...

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WOMB

Submitted to Contest #98

The dumb spiders were crying in a dilapidated house. Suddenly, the raindrops with the heavy wind were alike fighting with the earth. A six-month pregnant woman was fighting for survival like the deer which was caught by the four hunters. The new saying resuscitated in her life... “Having a pregnant woman for lust is a simple thing when the giants rape the four years child". The chaste woman was approaching death by the four youngsters who were sunk in the drugs. ‘Arun, Enough let’s let her, she can bear no more.’ ‘Joseph, the ...

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The Battle Of Cells 14 Under 14

Submitted to Contest #97

The darkness and snow subjugated the night. It's the vernal season to flowers. The moon dressed up white saree to the widowed sea fishes. Through the window strung of the train, Poet MeeraPeriyan was measuring another side of the day. The dreams which he had dreamed in the womb, failed in the litter bin. He also flickered in that world by getting membership as an orphan in the address lost home of flowers. If he wishes balloons, he will get foam bubbles. If he gets hungry on eggs, he will get some churned rice. Like these, he propose...

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