Begged

Begged by Aminah Alkhuder  I begged, for your affection and your love. Pleaded for your eyes to meet mine, at least half way through the crowded room.  I longed for your hands behind my neck, and your merry voice in my ears.  I miss your smiling face in my dreams, it’s fading. I’m losing my…

Fake 

Fake by Aminah Alkhuder I’m starting to like the fake you. The you behind the screen, wrapped in perfection. Behind words like genuine and beautiful. I’m connected to you through text messages and notifications.  Turn it off. Who are you?  I listen to warm greetings, but all I see is a complimentary smile and a…

I said no

I said no by Aminah Alkhuder  He urged for a date night. A special one. Under the bright lights, and the fancy table sets. He craved for a ravishing dish and a sweet, something he and I would share, like two straws in a shake.  And most importantly, he needed me in a breathtaking dress….

Bloom

Bloom by Aminah Alkhuder                         They said I’ve changed. I’m unrecognizable, like a Halloween costume, drowned in the complexity of an unconventional character. I’m uneasy, something difficult to handle. My thoughts are mute, off the radar, too doubtful. Like I’m not safe to be around….

I Am More Than A Number

I Am More Than A Number by Aminah Alkhuder    Numbers are as powerful as letters could be. They are as judgmental as words could be. They are the number of times we blunder, but the one time we become the new town’s wonder, whom others decide to neglect over the 30th mistake we’ve made. They…

 A personal advice 

A personal advice by Aminah Alkhuder  Dear young men: if you like me for my looks, then please, I beg of you, ponder a little beyond my eyes and lips, beyond my hips and chest.  Dear young men: if you like me for my looks, then please, I beg of you, like my lips not…

Short Story #12 – This feels like love again

  This feels like love again by Aminah Alkhuder    I am a girl in a boy’s body. I had recently cut my hair above my ears, and I have begun to wear alot of shorts. No, I’m not a lesbian in case you were wondering. It was a bet you see. Playing truth or…

The inexpressible hate 

The inexpressable hate by Aminah Alkhuder  I hate it when people say that I’m loud, I hate it the most when they stare. When they think it’s too naive to wander my fingers around in the air as I speak, as if I’m scattering fairy dust in the air. I hate it. I hate it…

I miss you

    I miss you by Aminah Alkhuder  “I miss you.” he said, just like that. Three words as simple and parellal as “I love you.” “I miss you.” he said, and my world just oozed into the floor like icecream residues. Through the distance that had kept us apart, I can still feel his…

Sol·i·tude

Sol·i·tude by Aminah W. Alkhuder   Solitude is my loyal companion: my friend, my mentor. That ushers me through the wind, touching the warmth of my cheeks and neck. That inspires me through the sunset, hypnotizing me with its dazzling range of red, orange, and yellow. Solitude is my soul’s escape to liberty. It’s whom I…

I swear by 

I swear by Aminah W. Alkhuder   I swear by the moon and the stars in the dark. I swear by the glowing medallion in the sky and the changing clouds. I swear by the luscious waves and its wondrous shades of blue. I swear by the awakening flowers after the spring’s salute. I swear…

Tears of Joy 

Tears of Joy by Aminah W. Alkhuder     “Tears of joy,” they say, the joy you’ll come up against throughout the journey. The journey that followed pain, that lost itself, that lost its sense by the means of pain. The pain that surrounded bliss, sheltered it in its inescapable loop of p. The bliss: the bliss…