Category: Places
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Last Night in Jalalpur Jattan
As I am praying alone in my bedroom, the electricity suddenly goes out. Complete darkness. I cannot even see my feet where I am standing. I continue to pray, in utter darkness. A distant generator starts up. A dog is barking far away. The occasional car or truck passes by on the road just in…
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Celebration
On May 17th, Norway celebrates the 200th anniversary of its constitution, and, as usual, the children’s parades form the central elements of the national celebration all around the country. In the capital Oslo, the children are in for a treat as according to tradition, all the city’s elementary schools parade past the King’s palace, where…
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Two Planets
From the very first time I read this poem, I knew I was going to blog it. I just wasn’t sure when. As time passed by, it kept changing. Drawing energy from events around me, and from me. Always draping itself with shades of sadness somehow familiar if I only dared to slip beneath the…
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Goodbye
I pray that when you read this, you are safely on the other side of the ocean. It was good to have you here as always. Remember that I will always be eagerly awaiting your next visit, in whichever season it may be. And always receive you with a big smile. Take with you all…
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Life
Life is making choices, some easy, some hard. Sometimes knowing and sometimes unknowingly, and then living by those choices. And always being wise after the event. Life is a test. No, a series of tests, big and small. And you are taking them, like it or not. You’re taking them and may not even be…
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Autumn
Outside there is an explosion of colors. Inside, all the colors have merged into the all familiar black. The day still lets the sun shine its warmth. The night grows colder and longer. Even among the dead, a bearable moment in the brilliance of the last magical light. Before the shadows return and, as always,…
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The Tree
I am the tree. Always rooted strongly to the ground, looking up at the sky. Always staying still, while others pass me by. Some times things get caught in my branches. But that they will stay with me, there are little chances. Because all it takes for them to fly away, is a gust of…
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End of Dreams
When we wake up, it will feel like a dream. A very real and vivid dream. All alone in blind darkness and utter chaos, the final passageway before us, we will pray for our light not to fade until we are safely on the other side.
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Noname
No matter which era, mothers’ dreams for their sons are identical. During the weaving of those dreams, knots of prayers start to appear, and bits of hope materialize. But often, all dreams are washed away through the black lines of the kohl. Because perhaps history fancied one color only. The color red. One.These three letters have many faces.The one we want all our lives,the one we never want.The one who stays with…
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