Khadija Rehman
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I've become a girl of logic now, of black and white. I've met a broken soul, I've tasted the sunshine of a purgatory. I'm not the same anymore. I've talked to a folklore, a torn story. I carry it in my anatomy now. I've to tell this tale. I sit next to the carcass of my soul and write my stories. I'll write to this world a dark, naked novel soon. I've sold off my innocence at a thrift shop for a dollar last summer. I'm fiction, I'm made up of people's lies and hand-me-down sagas.
- Sicily And Other WorldsSicily And Other WorldsKhadija Rehman · 4 min read · 526 readsIsn't it magical carrying the tales of someone in the pockets of your summer dress, knowing someone in ways the rest of the world never shall?Drama
- ApologyApologyKhadija Rehman · 3 min read · 469 readsHe spoke like two different people at the same time, like two different characters. The dividing line between those two parts of him was too soft to be noticed, drawn with graphite, perhaps. But that did not stagger me; I saw right through it, like lightning through the thunder.Drama
- Papillon And BrooklynPapillon And BrooklynKhadija Rehman · 5 min read · 778 readsRelationships, maybe, is not about lovers for lovers erode when the wind and weariness of time blow over them. Relationships are about those two people who stayed even after they no longer wished to share the same sun and moon.Drama
- LessonsLessonsKhadija Rehman · 3 min read · 127 readsDon't care about a broken soul. I burnt myself out. I look pathetic. I feel dead. I wish to give myself a funeral. Don't try to fix them. It's a mirage. Stay away. Don't go too close. Don't play with their flames. They're not fire. They're an inferno.Drama
- GeographyGeographyKhadija Rehman · 3 min read · 254 readsAfter a hundred tomorrows from today, your memories will still buzz like fireflies inside my bones, struggling to escape the dragnet of my marrow. You will rise in my dreams, your details finer and magnified.Drama