Because I’m a magician.

In 1999, when I was ten, my dad took me to a magic show. The show was at four in the morning and I tried convincing him to let me sleep but nothing worked that day. "Rahim, this jaadugar will change your life!" he said and we went for the show. Turns out, he was right. Twenty years later - today - I'm the magician.....

Cinderella’s shoes.

Never had he felt the warmth of her fingers before. He had anticipated it to be like the warm sun on a cold morning, something that would make him shiver and smile. He had imagined it to be like hot coffee or the softest quilt, or the rush of caffeine in his veins...

Languages, medicines and magicians.

What has music been for you? Let me know in the comment section below! Enjoy reading. "Music is a safe kind of high." - Jimi Hendrix Music is a language, a medicine and a magic trick. Dance to it. Music was his mother-tongue. His tongue fumbled when he spoke English as if it were a … Continue reading Languages, medicines and magicians.

Kiss me slow.

Kiss me slow. This is how you should kiss her every time. "Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there's no place you'd rather be. Kiss her but not like you're waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her … Continue reading Kiss me slow.

Snow.

Snow. "We are like a snowflake. All different in our own little way." - Unknown She wasn't the perfect six-fold symmetry crystal. She had four white feathers spread throughout unevenly. And she wasn't a Polaroid. But she was what made you believe that you could be beautiful anyway. So when she walked towards him wearing … Continue reading Snow.