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'Alice Syndrome' By Alani Sabrina
Alice Syndrome by Alani Sabrina, is a poem about escaping the doldrums of adulthood, embracing wonder and imagination. As per our FAQ, the copyright of this short story belongs to Alani Sabrina. If you wish to submit your poems, short stories, and essays, you may do so here: White rabbit, fluffy bunny, Trekking down the gardens White rabbit, funny bunny, Where are you going, pardon? White rabbit funny bunny, So fast you hop away from me, the mud is impossible to trek, Could you slow down please?
Ramadhan Of Tragedy, Hope And Prayer By Alani Sabrina
Ramadhan of Tragedy, Hope and Prayer is a poem by Alani Sabrina, exploring the multifaceted experience of Muslims oberving the fast amid adversity, particularly in Gaza. As per our FAQ, the copyright of this poem belongs to Alani Sabrina. If you wish to submit your poems, short stories, and essays, you may do so here: And I hear the changes the wind brings, Carrying the grounding call of azan, My walk to the mosque gifted by childish chimes, The scent of sweet dates waft through until dawn.
A Father, A Daughter, & The Drive To Grandma’s By Alani Sabrina
A father, a daughter, and the drive to Grandma’s is a short story by Alani Sabrina, a poet and writer from Malaysia. As per our FAQ, the copyright of this short story belongs to Alani Sabrina. If you wish to submit your poems, short stories, and essays, you may do so here: It was quiet. Too quiet, it suffocated me. Not even the radio was on, at least then, there would have been background noise to this asphyxiating, long-winding drive with my father, back to grandma’s.
Colossus Is Home By Alani Sabrina
Colossus Is Home is a poem by Alani Sabrina. She was inspired by American poet, novelist, and short story writer, Sylvia Plath. As per our FAQ, the copyright of this poem belongs to Alani Sabrina. If you wish to submit your poems, short stories, and essays, you may do so here: Run, run, he’s come home, Hear that tire on driveway gravel? Run, child run, colossus is home, Make yourself scarce, lest he’ll make you his fury’s vassal.
To My Brother, Abel By Alani Sabrina
‘To my brother, Abel’ is a poem by Alani Sabrina, a poet who wants to share their art. As per our FAQ, the copyright of this poem belongs to Alani Sabrina. If you wish to submit your poems, short stories, and essays, you may do so here: Forgive me for your blood on my hands That anger, that cold scathing envy, I couldn’t give the sacrifice that God commands, Your loss, dear brother, has left my heart heavy, Forgive me for your lost future that no longer stands.
The Student Is Dying By Alani Sabrina
Alani Sabrina’s poem, “The Student is Dying,” illuminates the injustices and hypocrisy embedded in the systemic pressures imposed on students. The student is dying Plato sits on his throne non-listening Their hands are aching The charcoal has worn off Yet the student sits there, still writing. The student is starving Their barely moist pockets are drying Their time is ticking The land’s rulers are too high off They cant see that the student is crying.
Girlhood Pains By Alani Sabrina
Girlhood Pains by Alani Sabrina traces the enduring power of friendship and sisterhood across the passage of time and trials. I tie my friendships with pink bows, In prayers, they’ll never leave me alone, Hold my hand, dear sister, I’ll promise I’ll never let go if you don’t. Though the laughter of my newborn sister is long gone, The stars born from those twinkles, Still beat as I kneel and wish for her even if she has grown.
'Doves Of Palestine' By Alani Sabrina
‘Doves of Palestine’ is a poem by Alani Sabrina, a poet who wants to share their art. Can you hear the cries the earth screams out? When it has to swallow its childrens blood Can you hear the chorus of all the mothers screaming their grief out? Above the sounds of bombs being dropped onto the innocent mud The rape of the land by their oppressors have left a draught, Infants screams as they die not knowing they were loved, When will the taking end, when will the violence die out?
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