Zainab's Writings

Okay, so here's the story excerpt I promised! I started writing this story back in 2016, I think. Back then I typed only a couple of initial paragraphs and then got stuck. Then after several months I opened the word document and read what I had written. I realized that it was quite good and added more to it. So here's an excerpt:(even though this is all I have written yet, I am calling this an excerpt because this I intend to add more to it). ___________________________________________________________________ THE ART LESSON The tap-tap sound of the teacher’s heels announced that she was approaching. Hira’s hands trembled as she sharpened her pencil. The classroom door swung open, and the tap-tap sound grew louder. A sudden gust of wind bought the smell of strong feminine perfume to Hira’s nostrils. The tap-tap sound finally stopped by the teacher’s desk in the front. “Class! Today we will be drawing a basket of apples,” the teacher’s shrill voice sounded as she p...

So here's more poetry  I wrote over the past few days - I hope you guys aren't sick of my poems( I promise my next post will be a story excerpt, not more poetry!) Some of these poems use techniques/ are based on prompts from this really great course I'm attending at  coursera.org . This poem I wrote in early August, I think: Priority I am tired my eyelids are drooping with sleep and my brain refuses to cooperate with me, any longer every ounce of me demands bedtime Yet still, there are so many things to think about, so many poems to write, so many paintings to paint, and so many stories to tell That going to bed no longer seems a priority, anymore! * The ice of time Time, an ice block; melting away - getting smaller and smaller each passing second; ruthlessly, unceasingly, unstoppingly, Gone. * Dreams Shining, glistening, lighting up the dark. Inspiring yet distant, as far away as  the stars Constellations that...