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Zohra – Sharp Edges | She Blossoms…
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The Centre Must Hold, When Everything Else Changes. I blossom…. The Girl, will be a woman someday. Zohra Back on the Wagon. Zohra – Sharp Edges. The terrain around the compound was a gentle ascension from sea level. But that was the only thing gentle about it. The ground was half sand and mostly coral rocks, with sharp edges that snapped her goat leather sandals apart when she didn’t land her foot too carefully. Well, bully would be more accurate. Faridah had been younger, her older sister being the ...
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She Blossoms… | The Centre Must Hold, When Everything Else Changes. I blossom… | Page 2
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The Centre Must Hold, When Everything Else Changes. I blossom…. The Girl, will be a woman someday. Zohra Back on the Wagon. Page 2 of 54. The Lupus Chimera and Chronic Creatives. This guy doesnt look so scary now, does he? This gorgeous chimera cat is the result of twin gametes merging. By now, you must be wondering why I’m going on about chimeras, genetic chimeras and Lupus. Let’s use a woman as our arche type. Her name Angela. ( the following story is purely fictional. Resemblance to ...Shortly after t...
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Zohra – Swahili Bed | She Blossoms…
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The Centre Must Hold, When Everything Else Changes. I blossom…. The Girl, will be a woman someday. Zohra Back on the Wagon. Zohra – Swahili Bed. She moved from the floor to four poster Swahili bed. And just right then she felt rather than heard the clang of the door unlocking from the outside; a whoosh of air followed the burst of sunlight. For the love of God, open the windows, will you? Zohra’s double surprise dropped her jaw. Sheesh, a little break from tradition under the conditions, no? He folded hi...
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Forgetting the Spades I Haven’t Got | She Blossoms…
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The Centre Must Hold, When Everything Else Changes. I blossom…. The Girl, will be a woman someday. Zohra Back on the Wagon. Forgetting the Spades I Haven’t Got. Living with a chronic illness, or two, means that you choose to accept your condition and then do the best you can to cope with the bad times (which can fill up the landscape) and deal with the good times. I am going to have to learn to devour life with the spoons I’ve got, and not worry about the spades I haven’t got. If you have Lupus, you will...
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Zohra – Tap Tap | She Blossoms…
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The Centre Must Hold, When Everything Else Changes. I blossom…. The Girl, will be a woman someday. Zohra Back on the Wagon. Zohra – Tap Tap. Eventually they had gotten here. She had no idea where ‘here’ was. They had pulled her out of the car, one of the men yanking at her arm brutally. Another pair of hands had taken hold of her, his voice harsh and brutal to his companion, his hands gentle and warm against her upper arm. She wondered if the boss would join his men for the. If you loved it, share it!
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Zohra – Back on the Wagon | She Blossoms…
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The Centre Must Hold, When Everything Else Changes. I blossom…. The Girl, will be a woman someday. Zohra Back on the Wagon. Zohra – Back on the Wagon. There was a time when I lived to write. Now I write for a living. It should have been a good thing, except for a long time, I’ve allowed myself to lose the joy I once had in writing. True, I still have to spend quite a bit of time writing for payment, but I have made a promise to myself that I will also go back to writing just for the sake of it. Here, I h...
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Teen Jaywalker – A Short Story | She Blossoms…
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The Centre Must Hold, When Everything Else Changes. I blossom…. The Girl, will be a woman someday. Zohra Back on the Wagon. Teen Jaywalker – A Short Story. The neighbors and church people talked in hushed tones claiming that my mother was a prostitute, that is why her husband had kicked her out of home and was now dying of AIDS. No one offered to help. Those who came by would talk to me over the fence. My relatives chose not to help even though I called them collect a few times. I spent that Saturday pai...
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Zohra – Kaimati | She Blossoms…
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The Centre Must Hold, When Everything Else Changes. I blossom…. The Girl, will be a woman someday. Zohra Back on the Wagon. Zohra – Kaimati. Her mind rushed forward and backwards, trying to place even a little bit of sense into what he was telling her, but she only found herself with no words, righteous or unrighteous. So my father’s reputation and business are in danger, my life is in danger too and all I can think about is Rashid? Ok, so what’s your plan? Zohra sighed. That’s it? How do you know these ...
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When the Chill sets in… | She Blossoms…
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The Centre Must Hold, When Everything Else Changes. I blossom…. The Girl, will be a woman someday. Zohra Back on the Wagon. When the Chill sets in…. I grew up on a street, where I could come home from school, and play. And a weird kind of tennis played with a piece of flat wood, and a tennis ball. The grown ups on the street looked out for each other’s kids, sometimes even disciplining their neighbours kids, but mostly just letting kids be. But during the quieter times, I miss waking up to the. The busyb...
