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Welcome Homeless
Contains sensitive subjects. Complex issues with homelessness and implied not explicit abuse. Also contains war trauma.When Bob Marley sang “cold ground was my bedwww.onedoor.cc last night, rock stone was my pillow,” he was wealthy, but with the humbleness to sleep on the ground with “Rockstone” (now a monument) as a pillow. A pillow of any sort would be a luxury beyond my means. The cold ground, this night feels harder than ever. The rough pattern of pavement etched into my raw back. Struggling to sit upright felt like flesh peeled free from the street. It was dark. Footsteps approached. Hunger was ever-pr...
Phht... and Faith
Mary met Jim in high school. Mary acted in the school play, You're a Good Man Charlie Brown. Mary as Snoopy doing the dance of joy for supper time made the whole crowd laugh and applaud. The insane joy moved over Jim. He fell instantly in love with Mary’s energetic and happy dog portrayal. He thought what an amazing woman. His friend Priscilla arranged a meeting with her friend Mary.Mary fell in love with the serious and logical Jim. She started calling him Jimmy on their first date. She is still the only person alive other than his mom that has ever called him Jimmy. Jimmy asked Mary if she l...
Grandma's Soup
Larissa scrambled around the kitchen, anticipating the arrival of one of her three children at any moment. With a sigh, she placed the large pot on the stovetop to start making her mother’s famous soup. This would be the first time anyone ever attempted it since her passing in April. Larissa still hadn’t truly come to terms with losing her mother. Though she carried around the dull ache of sadness with her wherever she went, she never let herself acknowledge it.The recipe was never written down, so Larissa had to try to remember all the steps that her mother had taught her. Just as she was ad...
A journey into a strange book
A journey into a strange book – Urooj AslamThe sun shone through the clouds after the heavy rain. Still the water on the roads gave a feeling of swimming in the pool. It had been raining for three days constantly and the roads of Islamabad could not be without a view of a pool in different areas. It was seven in the morning and traffic on the roads was like a maniac, the December winter of 2021 with its cold was trying to lay its covers of mist all over the city. The schools in every sector of Islamabad were to start at eight. One could imagine the rush and the anxiety caused by the traffic ja...