"Memoirs For Kimya" by Shafinaaz Hassim

Hang on to every hope That doesnt diminish The Magic in your soul. Tie ribbons to that dream Where lighting strikes a chord And every ...

Confess this precious delusion. Take a drug of choice And turn it into crystal meth Acid on my tongue or Something purely sinister that ...

Henceforth I shall be edited by the eloquent two-year-old. 'There's a fly around,' says an annoyed Huda. 'Don't worry ...

Mixed emotions make for Powerful potions In the chase to create new time For lovers and warriors, the fighters for redeemed souls Wieldi...

Being South African forces one to reflect and re-evaluate, sometimes daily, how to identify, in some general and particular ways with who we...

There's something incredibly elegant about the way poets string emotions into delicate strands of hope, tethered to the branches that sp...

The rock cave of Mind   echoes dangerous duets; swirling dark waters threaten to drown out desire. She knows she doesn't belong here, tr...

Fantastic energy at this years book fair with the schools programme kicking off to a great start. Shafinaaz

Sitting on the edge of life's pier, we're so busy living, a day at a time while casting nets into tomorrow's vast ocean, that ...

I'm listening to the torments of birds, choking on early morning dew - and the bitter song of sadness, echoes. What have we done, my lo...