Am working on new book which is provisionally called 'The Baby'. It's about a woman who tries to get pregnant by any means necessary and there's quite a bit of me in it (as there is in everything I write). I'm hoping it'll come out next year (fingers crossed). Oh and are you the kind of person who jumps right into the pool? Or do you worry about getting wet hair? I'm definitely the latter... #newbook#writersofinstagram#thebaby#writing#fertility
Hi. Allow me introduce myself. I’m Nihal. I don’t post pictures of me because my father taught me to keep myself to myself. But I’m making an exception in order to put a face to the name, to show you who this Black, Muslim Woman is. This Black, Muslim Woman has a history of not knowing who she is, of shedding labels only to attach herself to new ones. This Black, Muslim Woman is still trying to make sense of her childhood, still trying to figure out which memories are hers. But most importantly, this Black, Muslim Woman writes. She writes during the day and in her sleep and, when sleep eludes her, into the waking hours of the morning. She writes in cafes and on her bed and between meals and on the bus and occasionally on rooftops. I want to show you that this Black, Muslim WOMAN is full of so much emotion, so much passion she didn’t know how to deal with for a long, long time. This Black, Muslim Woman struggles with who she is, who she can be, who the world insists she needs to become. She has trauma and pain and anxiety and fears. So many fears. And she writes through them. Writing is her salvation. Without it, she would be battered and bruised and possibly still on a rooftop somewhere unknown, trying to figure out how to fly. Hi. I’m Nihal. Nice to meet you. #writersofinstagram#writer#writerscommunity#writersofig#writers_den_#sudaneseartist#sudanesewriters#africanwriters#african#poetry#poetsofinstagram#communityofpoets#poeticjustice#poetsofinstagram#poet#identity#boston#bostonartists#bostonwriters#photography#urbanphotography
¿Te has puesto a pensar cuantas de las cosas que has deseado, se te han cumplido?
Cómo Aladino y su lámpara. Nos imaginamos que tres deseos queremos que nos conceda.
Todo el tiempo estamos deseando, pero cuando se nos cumplen, lo olvidamos como si fuera parte cotidiana de la vida y nos enfocamos más en lo que no conseguimos, en lo que si tiene el otro, en nuestras dificultades y pérdidas.
Haz una lista de deseos concedidos. Te sorprenderás y sobretodo te sentirás profundamente agradecido por lo que la vida te ha dado.
Amor, matrimonio, familia, hijos, viajes, carrera, comidas, regalos, trabajo, amigos, pasión
Ayer hice mi lista, y baile de agradecimiento por todos los deseos cumplidos. Lo olvidamos porque lo damos poder hecho, porque estamos buscando ese algo más para sentirnos satisfechos. Y siempre habrá ese algo más. No tiene nada de malo desear, el deseo es ese motor que nos mueve
Baila tu deseo, sin olvidar bailar el agradecemiento de tu vida hoy, en este momento, de todos los momentos dichosos de tu vida, grandes y pequeños, hasta el día de hoy
Your soft heart went through so much and it’s still strong and tough. Give it the recognition it deserves☀️🌸🌻🌈
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People come people go. People LOVE people HATE. No matter what we stand where we stand. Life is a challange and it's meant to be a very HARD ONE. No matter how steep and scary the terrain get's never give up become an IBEX and chase after your deepest needs.
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Why would any woman write a book that associates herself with a word like “barren”? 😕⠀
(1) Because a great number of women (and men) are associated with it everyday and I want them to know they aren’t alone, and,⠀
(2) Because I know I am not barren anymore! Not in the truest sense...⠀
When we were in the thick of infertility treatments and felt lost to understand what God’s plans were for us - even doubting His heart for us - I longed for someone to sit with me who got it. Got the confusion, the fear, the anger, the longing, the disorientation that comes with this kind of broken dream. I was comforted that Jesus knew my pain, but it wasn’t until I felt His embrace and had His ears listening across a table - attached to another woman - that I began to find a path for healing and hope. When I looked for resources to guide me in putting my faith and infertility story together, I found nothing but how-to books, science and statistics. I needed stories, I needed truth, I needed hearts that went through the grief with God and came out more like Him. Just as Hebrews chronicles a parade of heroes in faith, I wanted to see a parade of women who struggled through infertility’s testing and were led to deeper peace.⠀
But I couldn’t find that book. ⠀
So, I wrote it! ⠀
Have other questions about this book, this writing process for me, or maybe the book-writing process in general? Send them to me and I’ll do another live Q&A tomorrow in my stories where I’ll cover those and more! 👩🏽🏫
Kaiel looked over the crowd, careful not to meet any eyes for more than a moment, only to stumble as his eyes fell upon a tall man lounging nonchalantly against the wall to his left. It wasn’t the black silk in a room of hardened leather and rough linen that caused Kaiel to pause, but rather the blue of the man’s skin.
“Eye blind me,” whispered Sim behind him. “A Sander!”
Simeon’s whisper was not a whisper at all, and Kaiel winced as the Amarian’s eyes narrowed.
“Be careful with your words, boy,” said Captain Daynar, somehow pitching his own voice below the babble around them. “Not all the names you know for the peoples of other Realms are ones they’d call themselves. Most Amarians would draw steel at such an insult. You are lucky that the Blay Shon have more control.”
“Blay Shon? A blade master?” Sim asked and Kaiel just shook his head.
“How could he hear me from here?” Sim muttered.
Kaiel craned his neck, looking back. His eyes swept over the Amarian once more, taking in the warrior’s topknot that spilled from the centre of his shaved head. As the man pushed himself from the wall into a slanting ray of light, the handles of twin blades, rising above his shoulders, caught the light.
For a moment he feared that the man had taken exception to Sim, but rather than approaching them, the Amarian made his way along the wall and exited the hall through a door at the far end.
From THE BLOOD OF THE SPEAR #WIP
Art by @ Song Nan Li
**SPOILER FREE** - GOOD BOYS is about three best friends in 6th grade who get invited to a “cool kids” party. Hoping to make a good impression, they try to “prepare” for the party, and in doing this, things get a little outta hand...😩 - Swipe 👉🏾 for the Condryact review! Is Good Boys worth being on the cinema dean’s list, or should it be suspended from your viewing plans?
This is how he plays with me a strong gust of wind and I open up and sing to his tune, the smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the room and then a gust of wind brings us together like the sea and the moon, this grey sky seems to moan with him as I scratch him on the neck the pages of lust are turned in this rainy evening as we both are burned by the fiery drops of rain