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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul: April 2009
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul. For the cold days, nights, and hearts. Sunday, April 12, 2009. I Wish I Was A Fly. Just for one day out of my years of existance, I wish I was a tiny, smart, strong fly, so I could buzz over the twinkling lights of the country, past the zipping cars on the streets, through the narrow streets, and finally land at your doorstep. I wish I could fly into your house; through an open window, an open door, or even through a keyhole large enough to squeeze me through. I want to...
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul: September 2010
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul. For the cold days, nights, and hearts. Tuesday, September 7, 2010. Sometimes I want you here, then I wish you'd vanish.". That is why I need December. I need to be a million miles away from you - disconnected, out of the coverage area. Don't try to call me or e-mail me or text me or poke me or tweet me or utter my name on your lips, those very lips I've kissed a thousand times in my dreams when I ache for you. Or would you understand? I'm leaving it all behind.
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul: Love Yourself
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul. For the cold days, nights, and hearts. Wednesday, May 12, 2010. She tried to shuffle out of the door as quietly as possible, but her mother's voice resonated through the puff of smoke from her joint. "You better walk to school. Don't be takin' no buses. You better walk all that fucking weight off.". Just thinking about walking down the long winding road to her school made small beads of sweat form on her upper lip. She wiped them away with the back of her hand, and ...
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul: May 2010
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul. For the cold days, nights, and hearts. Wednesday, May 12, 2010. She tried to shuffle out of the door as quietly as possible, but her mother's voice resonated through the puff of smoke from her joint. "You better walk to school. Don't be takin' no buses. You better walk all that fucking weight off.". Just thinking about walking down the long winding road to her school made small beads of sweat form on her upper lip. She wiped them away with the back of her hand, and ...
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul: Sheepskin
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul. For the cold days, nights, and hearts. Friday, November 6, 2009. Yalla, I'm waiting," her friend had said bluntly. Give me a minute, I'm leaving now" she replied, before hanging up and throwing her phone on her messy bed. Gingerly pulling it off of the hanger, she inspected her sheepskin jacket. It was so elegant yet so worn out; the years had weathered the soft leather lining and matted the wool of the vintage piece, but it only gave it more character. She sat in silen...
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul: August 2010
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul. For the cold days, nights, and hearts. Thursday, August 12, 2010. In that glimpse of a smile that she'd witnessed, chapters upon volumes were being written. An amalgamation of fiction, because it was in fact too good to be true, and a whirlwind of feelings. She couldn't speak about it, not because she didn't want to, but because words would fail to describe the experience. I covered my eyes time and time again and tried my hardest to give off the impression that I didn'...
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul: January 2011
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul. For the cold days, nights, and hearts. Sunday, January 30, 2011. Nighttime trickled in throughout the indigo skies of Cairo, chasing away the blazing orange sunset. The cool winter breeze swept in through the pane-less window, making the flimsy curtains of Nafeesa's humble abode sigh in exasperation. Or was it relief? She asked herself incredulously, 'That kind of money could feed us for weeks! The curtains will have to wait.'. The joy painted on Nafeesa's face as she s...
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul: 1992
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul. For the cold days, nights, and hearts. Friday, June 25, 2010. Only some would claim that 1992 was of no significance to them. To me, it was everything. I was only 5 years old then, but I felt the independence of an 18 year old who'd just gotten their license, and the overwhelming joy of a 27 year old who'd finally found the love of her life. Everyday was love. Everything was perfect. Or having a social circle so big you'd get lost in it? So innocent and happy. Even old-...
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul: Tagged!
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Chicken Soup for the Kuwaiti Soul. For the cold days, nights, and hearts. Wednesday, June 2, 2010. I've been tagged by the lovely Glitter. So this tag is called Il-Taj Il-Sultani. I would upload the picture thingy that's supposed to go with it, but I'm clueless when it comes to stuff like this. Anyways, so the tag says that I have to tell my beautiful followers 6 secrets of mine. Whoever knows who I am or doesn't, I don't care. I really have nothing to hide so whatevs! 3 The thought of marriage, which wa...
